Well, he would—wouldn’t he? ‘May I read it?’
‘You won’t like it.’
‘Oh, I’m tough enough to take Aunt Jacqueline’s…’ But her voice tailed off as she began to read. Angry wasn’t the word for it. The words seemed to sizzle off the page.
The letter didn’t pull any punches. And there was a particularly wounding paragraph.
I have no wish to apportion blame, Vaughn.
Of course you don’t, thought Kiloran wryly.
But nonetheless, someone must take responsibility for the theft. If Kiloran had had the courage to admit that she was out of her depth, then none of this might have happened and as a consequence, my financial security and that of my daughter might not now be threatened.
Kiloran read on.
I have been comforted by your news that Adam Black has been brought in and I must congratulate you on having hired a man of such formidable reputation.
Kiloran wondered fleetingly how Adam Black felt about having been described as ‘hired’.
In fact, I should take some comfort in a meeting with him at the earliest possible opportunity, and I would be pleased if you could arrange this for me.
She put the letter down. ‘Perhaps it would make everyone feel better if they just lined me up in the stocks and threw things at me—that’s what they used to do in days gone by, isn’t it?’
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