Trowchester Blues 01 - Trowchester Blues - Plot & Excerpts
Your mysterious lover?” Idris paused in his grimy task of levering the rolled-up carpet out of the door, bending it to try to fit it through the passage without smudging the paint so that it could be taken out to the back garden. “Whatever gives you that idea?” Finn tucked his phone away with the sensation of being three stone lighter, the constricting bands of tension around his chest having loosened at Michael’s call. “Oh, that’s a besotted smile.” Idris gestured, the loose shapes of his hands seeming to describe something that was self-evident. He caught James’s eye and gave a little jerk of the chin, inviting his opinion. “Wouldn’t you say? That’s the smile of a man who’s in deep.” James—their local archaeologist—had taken a day off the digs at Wednesday Keep, Trowchester’s Bronze Age hill fort, to lend his expertise with all things small and delicate. He tugged his reading glasses down and looked at Idris and Finn over the top of them.
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