CHAPTER 23
Grant called the first number on the bike hire flyer, from the phone booth in the hotel, but it was engaged, so he tried the second. No answer. “Third time lucky,” he said turning to Sara.
A voice answered: “Good morning Gales cycle hire.”
“Hi there,” said Grant in the Californian accent he often used to mimic Tom. “My name is Dr Martin Devereaux and I’m here on vacation with my daughter and we would like to hire a couple of mountain bikes. You have. Gee I appreciate that. Can we pick them up right away? Excellent, we’re staying at the Anchor Hotel, how far away are you? That’s great, we’ll see you soon.”
He put the phone down. “It’s just the other side of the harbour,” he told Sara. “Let’s get our things and make tracks.”
“Sure thing, doc,” she laughed.
They found the cyc
