G WAS SHOWN TO A ROOM, located at the back of the upper level. He surveyed his surroundings. There was nothing much by way of furniture, except for a washed-out carpet on the floor and two worn Berber leather ottomans on which to sit. In the middle was a mosaic table that seemed to be screaming for a replacement.
But the walls woodwork was exquisite. And, he could just tell how beautiful the paintwork must have been before time faded their brilliance.
The mystery man said, ‘Please, sit down. Would you like tea?’
G shook his head.
‘Thank you, that’s very kind of you, but I just had one.’
The stranger nodded politely, taking no offence.
‘I’ll be right back.’
G sat on the ottoman and tried to keep calm, trusting that Bryce was right outside, most likely in direct sight of the shop.
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