Instantly she recognized the face.

It was Annie Grayson, with half a dozen aliases written after the name.
"There!" he fairly snorted.

"That's the sort of people your little friend consorts with.

Why, they call Annie Grayson the queen of the shoplifters.

She has forgotten more about shoplifting than all the rest will ever know." Constance longed to ask him what had taken him to the Grayson flat the night before, but thought better of it.