CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Grant came in, pushing a large, horizontal glass case with wheels. “You said you wanted to see a side of me people don’t see.” He opened the case.
Swords of various shapes and sizes hung from hooks.
“I collect swords.” He beamed. “It’s a secret obsession.”
“Swords?”
“I’ve been into them since I was a kid, and I’ve been fencing since I was twelve.” He ran his hands across the gold and silver handles. “You like them?”
“Uh—”
“I have Viking swords and Celtic swords.” He pointed to a regal-looking one. “This is a European Saber.”
Swords? This is too much.
“What do you do with them? Just look at them?”
“No, I like to play with them.”
“Play?”
“Ever used a sword, Alexis?”
“Hell no.”
“It’s fun.” He retrieved two sharp-pointed swords with basket hilts for handles.
