Lessons in Power: Cambridge Fellows Mysteries, Book 4 by Charlie Cochrane

Author:Charlie Cochrane [Cochrane, Charlie]
Language: deu
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Gay-Lesbian Romance, Historical Romance
Published: 2011-04-14T20:57:23+00:00

Lessons in Power

ridiculously young and there was hardly a piece of fluff on his face. While the Kildare Fellow blethered on about books, he also spent a minute wondering if Kermode actually needed to shave yet.

They did have a Barnfield in stock, although it was a heavily bowdlerised version, and when Jonty turned it down Kermode was impressed, at least professionally, with his acumen.

The small talk flowed, each sentence edging Jonty nearer his goal. This he reached when Kermode told his assistant that this customer was an old school chum who had to be entertained for an hour or so. As they walked through the busy streets, it struck Jonty that Kermode had exactly the same colouring and build as he had—they must have looked similar when at school. The uneasy thought flitted through his brain that Christopher Jardine might have had a taste for the type.

The Stewart smile and the Stewart money ensured them a table at the best restaurant they could find, at a hotel which had once been a coaching inn and still had the galleries to prove it. In a room which had probably changed little in a hundred years, they were entertained royally with a selection of excellent food and wines. The Chablis proved so effective in oiling Kermode’s tongue that once the reluctant bolt had been loosened the flow couldn’t be stemmed.

They spoke of the recent murders, quite naturally, then turned to their own memories of school. It only needed the most oblique of references from Jonty to the unpleasantness of their former housemaster to produce a stream of vitriol.

“Sebastian Rhodes was an absolute bastard, did you know that?” Kermode lowered his voice in deference to their public location. “He made my short sojourn at school an absolute nightmare. Not him personally of course, he wouldn’t have sullied his hands or any other part of his anatomy with actual contact, but…”

Stewart froze. A cold sensation was creeping up his spine, making him feel by turns sick and excited.

He’d anticipated having to worm and wheedle to get Kermode to talk, yet they were getting close to the crux of the matter in hand with hardly any effort expended. He felt suddenly wary, as if he were the one falling into the trap. “I did know, Simon. I had personal experience of it, if you get my drift.”

“You too? I should have guessed that someone else would cop it once I’d gone. He couldn’t go without his thrills for too long.”

The almost exact repetition of his own phrase made Jonty even colder and more ill at ease. He’d often said the same thing to Orlando, and now it was becoming a self-fulfilling prophesy. “You’re right. It got to the point that I’d have given anything for a convenient gun, although whether it was to shoot them or myself I don’t recall.”

Jonty did remember of course. There would have been three bullets needed, not one, but he was becoming good at acting, if required.

“I used to devise tortures for them.

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