“What did you want to know?”
“The inquest’s tomorrow. I have to have a reliable witness who’ll testify that Miss Arnot and Jordan were lovers. I didn’t think you would want to be bothered.”
“You’re damn right I don’t!” Fedor said, squirming forward on his chair. “I have a hell of a big day on my hands tomorrow. Is that all you want to know?”
“That’s all.”
Fedor thought for a moment.
“You’d better talk to Mauvis Powell. She was June’s secretary. She’ll know the details.”
“Where do I find her?”
“She has an office just down the corridor. I’ll call her and tell her you’re on your way.”
“That’s fine. One other thing: how about someone to cover Jordan’s end of it?”
Fedor frowned.