Matt Drake 14 - The Treasures Of Saint Germain - Plot & Excerpts
A cold wind whipped the lackadaisical Scotch mist to and fro, all over London Town, making the residents and the tourists miserable, cold and wet. Drake remembered thinking this kind of weather was “just for the sake of it”, something his mother used to say during the long, usually cold autumns north of Woolley Edge. The mood all around was dour, and wasn’t helped by the fact that Dahl’s team had been waiting for hours.Piccadilly Circus buzzed with activity; its flashing signs grabbing what attention they could; its statues standing tall, hard and cold, as leaden as the skies; its bright stores and restaurants standing closed, a non-tourist hour this, allowing its residents brief respite so that they might take a breather from a relentless life.Alicia looked up from underneath her hood. “You’ll have to wait for me,” she said. “I never, ever, pass a Cinnabon without opening my purse.”Drake tried but couldn’t restrain a healthy guffaw. “Purse? As if.”Alicia sniggered.
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