CHAPTER THIRTY
No sooner had Keira and Milo finished their lunch, than a call came through on the hotel room’s telephone. Keira answered it.
“Your tour guide is outside,” the voice on the other end told her.
She repeated the information to Milo.
“This really is a speedy trip,” he said, standing and wiping the crumbs from his lap. “I’ve not even finished my wine.”
“Probably for the best,” Keira commented. “You wouldn’t want to impair your ability to absorb facts.”
“Very good point,” he replied with a chuckle.
They headed out of the hotel room into the sun-soaked courtyard, then back through the air-conditioned foyer and out into the street. A little minivan was waiting by the sidewalk, its engine idling. Keira waved and the driver noticed her, then hopped out. He was a middle-aged ma
