CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“So?” Lyon eased down into the wooden chair on the other side of the desk, his voice low as the bottom of the sea. “Would you like to tell me what the hell that was all about back there?”
Not particularly. Now Divers thought about it, he’d sooner dig his grave with a soggy piece of paper than admit he’d had Gil round up some children to get Destiny Rhodes to give him a name which he could have got from the servants he’d stupidly dismissed because he was failing at his job. Or just maybe he wasn’t able to chuck Destiny Rhodes out? Because of Rose, or whatever. Complicated, wasn’t it?
With Lyon, confessions weren’t an option, neither was hanging by the neck until he was dead. He sat forward.
“Funny that. I was going to ask you the same thing. What the hell do you think you were doing arriving on my back lawn like that, unless you need to know something and this is how we are going to meet? I have this in hand.”
“Not what Wryson says.”
“Really? What about?”