Our bus was more like a large van, or a small school bus. Nothing fancy. No cup holders or bathroom in the back. Just a large vehicle on wheels, with not much in the way of shock absorbers judging by the way we bounced every time the bus went over a bump. Our driver was a solid-looking Peruvian man who, we were told, didn’t know much English at all so if we had any questions, they should go through our tour guide, Alex. Despite the overcast day, the driver wore Aviator sunglasses; he drove with the bored assurance of someone who’d done this many times. Jameson sat alone on the right side of the bus, his ear buds in and eyes closed, which kept him separate from the rest of us. Mallory parked herself up at the front of the bus, right next to Alex, who was giving her a personal guided tour, gesturing and explaining things I couldn’t quite hear. Every now and then he’d turn around and point out a landmark to the rest of us, but in the back, where I sat next to Russ, it was hard to make out the words.
What do You think about Edgewood Series: Books 1 - 3?
