considered. ‘Any damage?’
‘None. They managed to trick their way in electronically.’
‘So the worst he might face is a fine. But he’d have a criminal record that would make his life difficult in the future.’
‘It’s the future I’m worried about. They’re a bad crowd, and they’re not going to stop. It will get worse and worse and he’ll end up in jail. I’ve got to get him away from that bunch.’
‘Doesn’t he begin to see that they’re bad for him if this is the result?’
‘Charlie? ‘ Roscoe’s voice was scathing. ‘He doesn’t see the danger. So what if he’s convicted for something he didn’t do? He’ll just pay the fine and laugh his way home. There’s a girl in this crowd who’s gained a lot of influence over him. Her name’s Ginevra. He’s dazzled by her, and I think she gets her fun by seeing what she can provoke him into doing.’
Pippa frowned. ‘You mean he’s infatuated by her. There’s not a lot I can do about that.’
‘But there is. You can break her hold over him. Instead of being dazzled by her, he could be dazzled by you. He’s easily led, and if Ginevra can lead him into danger you could lead him into safety.’
‘And suppose I can’t get that kind of influence over him?’
‘Of course you can. You’re beautiful, you’ve got charm, you can tease him until he doesn’t know whether he’s coming or going. If you really set your mind to it you can get him under your thumb and make him safe. I know you can do it. I’ve known you were the perfect person ever since we met and I learned who you worked for.’
So carried away did he become, explaining his plan, that he missed the look of mounting outrage in Pippa’s eyes.
‘I hope I’ve misunderstood you,’ she said at last. ‘You seem to be saying that you want me to be a…well…’
‘A mentor.’
‘A mentor? That’s what you call it?’
‘You point the way to the straight and narrow and he follows you because he’s under your spell.’
‘Ros—Mr Havering, just what kind of a fool do you take me for? I know what you want me to be and it isn’t a mentor.’
‘A nanny?’
The discovery of what he really expected from her was making her temper boil again. ‘Be careful,’ she warned him. ‘Be very, very careful.’
‘I may have explained it badly—’
‘On the contrary; you’ve explained it so perfectly that I can follow your exact thought processes. For instance, when did you decide that you wanted me for this job? I’ll bet it was last night when you arrived at my home. One look at me and you said to yourself, “She’s ideal. Good shape. Handy with her fists and no morals”. Admit it. You don’t want a lawyer, you want a floozie.’
‘No, I want a lawyer, but I can’t deny that your looks play a part.’
‘So you admit I look like a floozie?’
‘I didn’t say that,’ he said sharply. ‘Will you stop interrogating me as if I were a prisoner in the dock?’
‘Just demonstrating my legal skills which, according to you, are what you’re interested in. Tell the court, Mr Havering, exactly when did Miss Jenson first attract your attention? Was it when she was naked, or several hours earlier when you saw her in the graveyard? You saw her swapping jokes with a headstone and decided she was mad. Naked and mad! That’s a really impressive legal qualification.’
He took a long breath and replied in a slightly forced manner. ‘No, I too sometimes talk to the headstone when I visit my fa—Never mind that. I didn’t know we were going to meet. It was pure chance that your—that Miss Jenson’s car broke down, we got talking and she told me where she worked. That firm has handled legal work for me before and I was planning to approach them about Charlie. I saw that she would be the ideal person to take his case.’
‘You decided at that moment, knowing nothing about her legal skills? But of course those weren’t the skills that counted, were they? What mattered was the fact that she was a vulgar little piece—’
‘I never—’
‘A ditzy blonde with curves in the right places, who could be counted on to seduce your brother—’
‘I’m not asking you to—’
‘Oh, please, Mr Havering, credit the court with a little common sense. If you’d managed to set them on the road together, that is where it would have led eventually. At the very least, the question would have come up. You don’t deny that, do you?’
‘No, but—’ He stopped, seeing the pit that had opened at his feet.
‘But perhaps you were counting on this vulgar, unprincipled young woman to deal with him as effectively as you saw her deal with another man. A good right hook, a well-aimed knee—who needs legal training?’
She stopped, slightly breathless as though she’d been fighting. She couldn’t have explained the rising tide of anger that had made her turn on him so fiercely. He wasn’t the first client whose attitude had annoyed her, but with the others she’d always managed to control herself. Not this time. There was something in him that sent her temper into a spin.
‘I think we’ve said all we have to say,’ she informed him, beginning to gather her things. ‘I’m sorry I won’t be able to meet your requirements, but I’m a lawyer, not an escort girl.’
‘Please—’
‘Naturally, I shan’t be charging you for this consultation. Kindly let me pass.’
He had her trapped against the wall and could have barred her exit. Instead, he rose and stood aside. His face was unreadable but for the bleakness in his eyes. Despite her fury, she had a guilty feeling of having kicked someone who was down, but she suppressed it and stormed out.
Just around the corner was a small square with fountains, pigeons and wooden seats. She sat down, breathing out heavily and wondering at herself.
Fool! she told herself. You should just have laughed at him, taken the job, knocked some sense into the lad, then screwed every penny out of Havering. What came over you?
That was the question she couldn’t answer, and it troubled her.
Taking out her cellphone, she called David.
‘Hi, I’ve been hoping to hear from you,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Wait until you’ve heard my news. The phone’s been ringing off the hook with people wanting you and nobody but you. You made a big impression in court today, producing those figures like a magician taking a rabbit from the hat. Working for Roscoe Havering will do you even more good. Everyone knows he employs only the best.’
‘Tell me some more about him,’ Pippa said cautiously.
‘Hasn’t he told you about himself? ‘
‘Only that he’s a stockbroker. I—want to get him in perspective.’
‘He doesn’t boast about what a major player he is, that’s true. But in the financial world Roscoe Havering is a name that pulls people up short. They jump to do what he wants—well, I expect you’ve found that out already. What he doesn’t readily talk about is how he built that business up from collapse. It was his father’s firm, and when William Havering committed suicide it smashed Roscoe.’
‘Suicide?’
‘He didn’t tell you that?’
‘No, he just said his father had died and his mother never really recovered.’
‘There was a car crash. Officially, it was an