The Devil in Disguise (Harry Devlin, Book 6)
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Harry Devlin is hired by the Kavanaugh Trust to contest the will of their late patron. Charles Kavanaugh has left everything to his new housekeeper, Vera Blackhurst. Then the current Chairman of the Trust is found dead, fallen from a third-floor hotel window. Did he jump or was he pushed?
I should break the habit of a lifetime.’ ‘Fine,’ she breathed. ‘And thanks.’ ‘No problem. I can moan about diminishing profits with the best of them. And it’ll be good to see you again.’ ‘You too,’ she said quietly. Suzanne rang to say that Jonah had called back to confirm their lunch meeting. Things were beginning to move. On his way out to court, he looked round Jim’s door. His partner looked up from the glossy brochure he was studying and said, ‘We need to sharpen up our corporate image.’
he’d started to complain. His pillow wasn’t comfortable and the breakfast hadn’t been up to much. He couldn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed a full-scale fry-up. I took that as a good sign.’ Stephanie passed her tongue across her lips. ‘But things will have to change. He’ll have to take things easy for a while.’ ‘Better wear protective clothing when you break the news to him.’ For the first time, she smiled. ‘Oh, if anyone can handle him, I can.’ ‘I bet you’re right. The answering machine was
money’s no object. Take your pick.’ An idea occurred to him. ‘I’ve heard the lunches are good at the Hawthorne Hotel. And it’s handy for the office. Would that suit you?’ Roy paused. ‘Odd choice. In view of - recent tragic events.’ ‘You’re thinking of Luke’s death? Of course, if you’d rather try somewhere different, I’ll understand.’ He looked directly at his client, as if to emphasise that he’d thrown down a gauntlet. Roy squared his shoulders and picked it up. ‘No, no. If that’s what you
of Lord Gralam. He’s even arranged for an outside caterer to come in to make sure that we are fed and watered.’ ‘All the trustees’ meetings I’ve attended,’ Jim grumbled, ‘I’ve never done better than soup and sandwiches.’ Harry patted his partner on the shoulder. ‘Sorry, mate. I’ve learned this much from rubbing shoulders with the nobility. It’s not what you do that matters. It’s who you know.’ The streets had been dark for a couple of hours by the time Harry found himself outside the entrance to
hundreds of casual girlfriends over the years, by all accounts, but never anything really serious. I suppose I never regarded him as a serious character. Perhaps he had to kill himself to be taken seriously.’ The main course arrived: nouvelle cuisine, extortionately expensive and far from satisfying. Harry would have preferred steak with chips any day, but this place had been Juliet’s suggestion and a little financial and culinary hardship was a price worth paying for the pleasure of her