“I know, I understand, but last night was an emergency,” he said.
“I don’t care what it was. I had reservations about letting the room to you and I was right. I will nothave that kind of people in my house. How dare you expose me and mine up to such…such…villainy.”
“Villainy?” Horror gripped Christy by the throat. “What happened? Tell me what happened?”
“Don’t you dare speak to me like that,” Mr. Wilson spluttered.
“Mr. Wilson, it was my mother who stayed last night and her husband is a brutal man. If he came and found her I really need to know. Please. Please tell me.”
Mr. Wilson was going a peculiar shade of purple. He gave a nasty laugh. “Mother indeed. The gentleman who called told me exactly what was going on. Now you have one minute to gather your belongings and get out or I’m locking the door and throwing it all on the fire.”
“You can’t do that!”
“I can do whatever I like.”