Chapter Six: Ups And Downs
Tom sighed. He was fresh out of ideas about what to do next. His tummy demanded he should eat. His mind told him he needed to do some research. Compromising, he went to Starbucks to do both. It was the in-between rush time and he was grateful to find a private corner. He’d rather have been at the coffee-shop near the South Gate that was less risky and more peaceful, but it didn’t have a reliable WiFi connection. Besides, Tom was fairly confident Gibson and his men couldn’t have located him so soon.
On his laptop, with a tall black Grande and sandwich within reach, Tom scanned the news pages briefly checking on what he’d missed, then the dig’s website. Nothing had been updated.
He checked his emails next, changing his password—just in case. Should he send Melis
