“We really could do with Matthew Black QC and not Matilda tonight. How the hell do you walk in those things?”
Matt kicked up his feet one at a time, showing off his skyscraper heels. “Wonderful aren’t they. We were going out. John needed cheering up.” He fastened up his black mac and tossed the boa round his neck. The curls Amelia-Ruth had inherited were tied at the back with a black velvet ribbon.
“So he took me to a club where the only women interested in me had balls bigger than my own.” The roll of the eyes and the sardonic tone was what John had inherited from Ian. “And he made me drive so I was stone cold sober when the one with bristle and an Adam’s apple decided to chat me up.” He touched his neck. “It was more of a Bramley than a Cox’s Pippin.”
“I couldn’t drive in these shoes. So can we see Harley?” With his dark eyes Matthew surveyed the scene. “Tim said Fredricks was in charge.”
“Do you know him? The name is unfamiliar to me?”
“Jumped up, lazy prick. Moved up from London about a year ago to be a big fish in a little pond. I’ve minced him in court more than once.” Matt nodded towards the policewoman. “Gather PC Bulldog is trained to keep us out?”
Ian nodded.
“Does she know who you are?” As he spoke Matt opened his evening bag and took out his phone, pink with a diamante Hello Kitty on the case.
“Harley’s grandfather.”
Matt shook his head. “Father, really. You should have told her we might be in by now.” He looked in her direction. “Hey love, any chance you’re a lesbian?”
The look she gave him would have frozen a lesser character. He cocked his head, still looking at her and laughed. “Oh I so got to perfect me a look like that. I was sure with that hair she would be a dyke. As battering my eyelashes won't work I guess we’d better reel the fish in and bonk him on the head.” It took him a moment to find the number he was after, he placed his phone to his ear and ducked under the crime scene tape. Fishnet stockings and heels appeared to melt off him as Matilda became Matthew.