Chapter 105
Two other guests would be dining with us and were already there: Delicia Corbyn, who, to my surprise, flashed the Synclaire betrothal ring on her finger, and Major Paul Vaughan, the D.C.I. who’d been assigned to deal with the events occurring in this corner of Kent.
I remembered Vaughan from my boyhood. He’d always tried to join Warrick and myself in our escapades, but Warrick never wanted to welcome him, stating the two of us were all we needed.
Warrick had always been my prickly Thorn. I’d given him that nickname ages ago, partly because of the estate’s name, and partly because on that particular day he’d been in a foul mood, thanks to his father comparing him poorly to his brothers. I’d loved him, but I rather thought his love for me was more romantic than mine for him. I sighed, pushed the thought away, and observed the table.