“The cars were all empty. The shrubberies yielded no gruesome bundle. Tick Purbody and the helicopter pilot flew as low as they could, shining their searchlight on every inch of the bee fields, but drew a total blank. A telephone call to Boadicea’s house only served to throw her housekeeper into a tizzy. It was long after dark by now. The frazzled remnant of the Renaissance Revel were gathered around the fire in what Abigail called the castle keep, drinking hot coffee and trying to bolster e...ach other’s spirits. “There’s only one logical explanation,” Bill was insisting. “Bodie must have got into the car shed somehow, discovered the secret exit, and driven away in the Silver Ghost. Chasing Rufe’s murderer, I suppose.” “Never.” Abigail was holding up somewhat better than her husband. “Why should Bodie rush right over and discover that crazy trick of Wouter’s when the rest of us have been overlooking it for the past five years?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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