CHAPTER 7

No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than my phone rang with an unknown number. My breath caught in my throat - could it be him already? "Hello?"

"Miss De Rossi, I hope I'm not disturbing you. It's Charles Campbell." His smooth baritone was unmistakable. "I was wondering if you might join me for lunch today, to further discuss the events of last evening."

Intrigue and suspicion warred within me. Against my better judgment, I heard myself reply, "Very well, Mr. Campbell. I accept your invitation. Where shall we meet?"

"Excellent, shall we say 12:30 at Bistro La Rue? It's a casual little place just around the corner from my office."

My mind raced as I tried to understand Mr. Campbell's intentions. Why had he insisted on escorting me last night, and why was he now asking me to lunch? Still, my curiosity got the better of me. "Bistro La Rue at 12:30 works well for me. I'll see you then, Mr. Campbell."

I hung up, my thoughts a swirling storm. What could this man possibly want fr