Almost ten years since Orla Benjamin’s murder and the building was descending into dilapidation - not quite derelict, but well on the way. One of the locals had expressed his intention to assemble a working party to tear it down. And perhaps that would be all for the best, Keefe thought. He lit h...
A large rotating fan swished soundlessly above but Dracup still felt a trickle of perspiration run down his collar. He took another sip of iced water and replaced the glass carefully on the brass tabletop. “So what brings you to Addis, Prof?” Dan Carey grinned. His main feature was a wide, roguis...