Page 58 of Pervade London
“What did Xander say about James?”
“He confirmed he’d worked for him once.”
“Were there any clues as to what Xander did for them?”
I hesitated because not knowing exactly what your boyfriend did in his day job or otherwise was a firm ten on the Richter scale of weird.
A knock at the door made me jump.
The sergeant peeked in. “Ma’am, Ms. Rampling’s barrister’s arrived.”
“I don’t have a lawyer,” I said.
Stewart pushed to her feet and joined the sergeant in the hall.
Maybe they called a barrister for people who were being interviewed, though somewhere in the far reaches of my mind that didn’t ring true. A lawyer could stop you from talking.
When Stewart reappeared, she looked thoughtful. She sat on the edge of the desk and peered down at me. “How do you know James Ballad?”
“I told you. He took my boyfriend away.”
“Can you be more specific?”
“He’s the man who kidnapped my boyfriend.”
“Was there a violent struggle between them?”
“No.”
“So Xander left willingly?”
“He didn’t want to.”
“Did you argue with Xander before the incident?”
“No.”
“When did you last see Mr. Ballad?”
Oh, God.Yesterday…at my audition.
She studied my face. “Emily, Mr. Ballad is here.”
The two-way mirror.
“He says he’s your lawyer.”
I shot to my feet and backed away.
“He wants to talk with you.”
“He’s not a lawyer.”
Her mouth twisted in frustration. “He presented his I.D.”
I tried to follow her words. “Don’t let him in.”
“That’s not up to me. You’re his client and he has a legal right to see you.”
