The personal assistant was looking even paler than his boss. Had my agent been intimidating him? Good job.
“Matheson.” I left, with him at my heels.
“You’d think the guy had never seen members of Interior Affairs before,” Mathesonremarked mildly.
Swallowing my smile, I opened the door to the stairwell. “You’re sure you want to keep this picture? It really doesn’t do you justice.”
“That isn’t my best side, but it’s a damn good shot of Theo.” Again there was the besotted grin. “I just wonder why Mr. Davies is so interested in who I sleep with.”
Probably jealous he didn’t have someone as skilled as the former rent boy in his bed.
Matheson handed me something.
“What’s this?”
“The assistant’s backup tape.”
I took it and put it in my pocket. “Nice work, Matheson.”
He looked pleased. “Thank you, sir.”
* * * *
Thursday ended on a high note, although those in Public Relations might not have beenas pleased as I was.