“One that told Mayor Wilkes the hunt was under way. Sometimes it would be the hunt of the commercial deal, or a strategy to crush a political competitor. This time the tingle came upon him as he walked briskly along Main Street in the direction of the hostel. With June, his PA, confined to her sickbed he’d find Archer himself. Then he’d get hold of the bracelet. That promise of action was enough to get his adrenalin flowing. In the hostel’s dinner hall he found commotion. Laura shepherded childr...en out into the garden through the hall’s rear doorway. Lou sat cradling a boy on her lap. It was the boy with the middle-aged face. He appeared to be asleep. However, the concern on Lou’s face suggested there was more to this than met the eye. ‘Lou,’ Wilkes said, ‘is Archer all right?’ ‘Mayor Wilkes? You remembered one of the children’s names?’ He smiled his best political smile. ‘I’m not made of stone, you know. Archer had a nasty fall out on the street earlier. I thought I’d look in on him.’ If Lou was surprised by his sudden concern for the Lodge children she kept it hidden.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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