Bert's apartment was understated luxury, pristine and immaculately clean—every corner exuding unmistakable masculine taste.
After ending the call with Catherine, Bert walked over to the bar cabinet, selected a bottle of carry-year red wine, and poured himself a glass. He glanced at the time, estimating that someone of Channing's age should already be deep in sleep. Then he picked up his phone and dialed Channing.
Yes—he deliberately chose a time when Channing would almost certainly be asleep, just to disrupt his rest. He had warned Channing that no one was to disturb Catherine, not even Gerald. Apparently, Channing hadn't been doing his job properly, so Bert needed to apply a little pressure.
