"Gin, I told you you couldn't put him in a tight spot. Cointreau hasn't even been in the UK for three hours yet, and he's already handled everything. I feel like I didn't even get to help out at all."
Vermouth sat on a table in the back yard of the Safe House, talking on the phone. With one hand, she leisurely swirled a glass of red wine, her legs crossed, her body curving into a graceful silhouette.
"Hmph." Gin on the other end of the line seemed to scoff, and without saying anything further, hung up straight away.
Chapter 123