“Give me that,” Eleonore said, snatching the phone from his grasp. Ben blinked as Eleonore launched into a series of terse questions. Where was the meeting? Was Gigi worried for her safety? Had Cynthia Cunnington murdered many people before? No? Well, that was no guarantee she wouldn’t start now. “Tell her you’ll be happy to meet but will be bringing security,” Eleonore ordered. She handed the phone off to Ben without waiting for a response. “I’ll go sharpen my knives.” She disappeared into the spare room.
