CHAPTER 13
Anna didn't just feel relaxed and rested, she felt like a new woman. She had taken care when dressing, and blow-dried her hair; she was even wearing a little more makeup than usual. Her suit was one of her best, gray Armani, and she wore a crisp white linen shirt, the collar and cuffs pressed and starched. She had arrived at eight-fifteen and made a report about the weekend's activities. She did wonder how she would get around to presenting the findings without a snide put-down from Cunningham about her solo investigations; however, she knew she had made a lot of progress. When she got a call from Cunningham to be in her office immediately, however, she wondered exactly how she would pass on the details.Cunningham was sitting at her desk, leaning her head on her hands, elbows resting on the desk. She looked up when Anna knocked and opened her door. "Come in, sit down."Anna sat opposite. Before she could say anything, Cunningham gave a deep sigh. "Travis, I have a personal problem. I need to take the day off. Can you tike my notes and handle the briefing for me?""Yes, of course.""Good. I will try, if possible, to get back by this afternoon, but it'll more than likely be the morning.""Is there anything else I can do?" Anna asked, wondering what the "personal problem" could be."No, I'm going to take off now, but if you need me, I'll be at the Harley Street clinic. You can contact me on my mobile.""Okay. I hope there's nothing wrong."Cunningham stood up and fetched her jacket from the back of her chair. "Not with me—its my partner. She found a lump in her breast