“You’re being absurdly dramatic about a simple disagreement.”

“If it’s a simple disagreement,” I said, “then unlock that door, and let me call Jacqueline.”

His face darkened at the name, the way it always did.

“We are not,” he said, “calling Jacqueline Vance.”

Chapter 12 — A Few Dangerous Truths

Beatrice lost her patience with him.