Four days earlier, and a current of intrigue pulsed through her as the tour bus swung into the bus station’s service road, coming to a sudden stop in the drop-off area. She was standing on the concourse, about ten paces back. Nearby, a small group comprising the tour party were gathered. It was eight o’clock and the sun already had a bit of a sting to it. There was no shade. A trickle of people wandered past and headed through the entrance of the rather grand bus station building to her rear. All of the public buses that entered the service road went around to the parking bays at the back. The tour bus didn’t belong in the station, that much was clear. Clarissa shot a look behind her. Judging by the puzzled and annoyed looks the officials inside the building were giving the invading vehicl
