Chương 77: Chapter 77: Private Conversation - Klempner

James snaps, "Charlotte, what part of the phrase, private conversation, don't you understand?"

Chin lifted, she scowls. "If I'd not listened in, I wouldn't know what's been talked about, would I? This search for the killer, I can help too."

James, expressionless, props an ankle on one knee. Folds his arms. "How?"

She slides in, pulls out a chair...

"Was that an invitation to sit? No one said..."

But Jenny is already speaking, blithely ignoring James, addressing me. "You said you need to talk with some of the street girls. Even if they won't talk to you, they'll talk to me."

"Your mother won't want you to do this," says James.

Her reply is cool. "She might. And anyway, what's Mom to do with you?

James morphs to his Bad Bastard face. "Your mother is part of this family now. She's as much under my protection as you are. And she displays considerable common sense."