Chapter 37

• Camille swung back, fists clenched and eyes blazing. “Now why am I not surprised to hear you say that?” She pressed a finger to her chin as she posed the question before loosing a scornful laugh and adding, “Fortunately, we are listed.”
• Apparently, at some point during this conversation he had become public enemy number one. He was fairly philosophical about the role that had been thrust upon him. “Doesn’t historical listing mean that you are legally obliged to maintain the fabric of the building?”
• The comment he had considered innocuous had a red rag to a bull effect on Camille, who compressed her lips and regarded him with the warmth normally reserved for something that had crawled out from under a stone.