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Charlotte ’ s phone rang, and she answered it in the clipped, high-energy voice she kept for business.

‘ No problem … yah … I ’ m on the case … ’ She sat straighter in the chair as if her body was part of the voice, making her shirt gape. From time to time she ’ d lean forward for something in her briefcase, then sit back, not meeting Jack ’ s eye. She seemed even more feminine in this most masculine of rooms. Ceiling-high shelves filled with books, model boats, charts and nautical instruments. No softness anywhere, except for the leggy woman with the tantalising shirt draped into a leather armchair. She made the Viking longship model on the shelf beside her look like a virility symbol.