Bombshell
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Sherlock said, “Wait a minute. We’ve got Nicholas Drummond, a Brit who’s with Scotland Yard, and yet his uncle is American FBI. How does that work?”
“Bo told me Drummond’s mother, Bo’s sister, is American, starred in a TV sitcom here in the late seventies, early eighties. She met his father, a Brit, in L.A., they married, Nicholas was born here, and then they went back to England, where they stayed. Drummond’s grandfather is a viscount. An English peer—isn’t that a kick?”
“I wonder if Drummond’s as cute as you are.”
“No,” Savich said. “No way.”
Sherlock grinned up at him. She nodded to the open copy of The Washington Post. “I wouldn’t mind seeing the Crown Jewels, and the idea of having our own house—sure, let’s go. Take MAX. I want to see if he recognizes this Nicholas Drummond as a kindred spirit or kicks his royal butt to the curb.”
“Bo told me Drummond’s mother, Bo’s sister, is American, starred in a TV sitcom here in the late seventies, early eighties. She met his father, a Brit, in L.A., they married, Nicholas was born here, and then they went back to England, where they stayed. Drummond’s grandfather is a viscount. An English peer—isn’t that a kick?”
“I wonder if Drummond’s as cute as you are.”
“No,” Savich said. “No way.”
Sherlock grinned up at him. She nodded to the open copy of The Washington Post. “I wouldn’t mind seeing the Crown Jewels, and the idea of having our own house—sure, let’s go. Take MAX. I want to see if he recognizes this Nicholas Drummond as a kindred spirit or kicks his royal butt to the curb.”
