I was just about to call to him when the phone rang.
“Anna? It’s Paul Whitehouse here.”
“Paul! Hello.” I was surprised. “What can I do for you?”
“You can stop interfering in my client’s affairs, for a start.” His voice was tight with anger. I was immediately angry myself — the redhead’s proverbially short fuse.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’ve been hired to investigate Beth’s disappearance. Your client is an obvious place to start.”
He gave a short laugh. “Hired? Who by?”
“Rex Channing.” It came out before I had time to think.
“Shit.” There was a brief silence. “You must be joking.”
“No.” I was on the defensive. “He’s got a perfect right to know what’s happened to his daughter…”
“He sure has. If he doesn’t already.