Bed Of Bones (A Sloane Monroe Novel, Book Five) - Plot & Excerpts
I’d thought about taking a tour on several occasions. I’d even sent in a generous donation during last year’s fund-raiser for a bigger, better building. I always knew one day I’d make it here. I just didn’t know it would be on a day like today.The man I was looking for was named Walter Thornton. I found him inside an office, his nose stuck in a book, an Egyptian travel guide from the looks of it. He wore a blue cardigan sweater over a pair of wool slacks that looked like they were thick enough to repel snow. His head was angled down, allowing me to see the ample hair atop his head, proof that not all men had hair loss at his age.“Planning a trip?” I asked.He looked up. His wrinkly, crooked smile made me think of my grandfather. “Pardon?”“The guide you’re reading,” I pointed. “Is it any good?”He tipped it up, allowing me a visual of a pyramid on the front cover. “Quite good, yes. I’m planning a trip next year. Have you ever been?”I shook my head.He removed his reading glasses, pinched the rim while rubbing an eye.
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