CHAPTER 8
The air shimmered with noon heat as Martin climbed into his “brand-new” ’39 Ford. True, he would have preferred it not to be fire-engine red, but…! He drove now to Howard’s office, wondering if his car looked like some giant candied apple bobbing over the California hills. He decided to make a note of that allusion and, discovering he’d forgotten to bring along his omnipresent “writer’s notebook,” spared himself a few minutes to buy a new blank one.
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Noon. Waiting in Camelot’s Great Hall for Mr. Costello, A.J.’s secretary, to return with Miss Dumas's guest list for the coming weekend, Howard was surprised to feel chilly and damp, belying the glorious weather outside. He found the weapons display cabinet fascinating, if oddly eclectic. Mostly ancient weapons in the cente
