Who could it be after all?
Casla was now full of questions.
...
Viola Thompson had just stepped out of the police station when she received a message from Terrence Lentz.
His flight arrived in Country Polluton the next afternoon.
Viola immediately made a phone call.
"Lentz,"
"Leader, what can I do for you?" The voice on the other end sounded deep and magnetic, as if one could never tire of listening to it.
Viola continued, "I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon, can you change your flight?"
A moment later, Viola, with deep pockets, said, "I'll reimburse the cost."
Terrence chuckled, "Really?"
"Mm."
Terrence's thin lips parted slightly, "Thank you for your consideration, Leader, but this ticket is a bit tricky to change."
"I'll find a way for you," Viola said. "If it really doesn't work, just cancel and rebook. I'll reimburse you anyway."
"But I still don't want to change it."
"Why?"