“Ms. McAllister.” The detective said, his neck muscles bulging and ignoring the request, “Would you please tell me where she is?” His eyes were becoming bloodshot from his exertions. It seemed that the storm came in a different form. That of Jack Mason. It was very difficult for Chloe to believe at this point that she and Mr. Mason were once engaged. He looked so comically maddened in that instant that it was all she could do to keep from laughing.
“Where who is?” She was plainly stalling for time, and the detective standing over her was no dummy.
“You must think I’m joking. Where is Nancy Stone ?“