"No," Millicent said, growling. She stared at him, fingers clenching on the chair. That was it? He didn't have anything else to give her? "Who was it?"
If he didn't know, she wanted to know as soon as he did. Impersonating her was one thing -- impersonating her to break out a captive from the Ministry was quite another. "I'd really like to rip them to shreds myself. And help you find them, first, if you need it."