CHAPTER 16
Martin drove along the peaceful, blissfully traffic-free road for almost twenty minutes before he pulled into a gas station. As the greasy uniformed attendant filled his tank and cleaned his windshield, he knew just how he would describe Elvira Priest, were she a character in a novel.
“A motherly bird-of-prey, compelled to destroy, until she herself must be destroyed!”
He had no idea how he would ever use that sentence. Perhaps a bit overwrought, too dramatic, he thought, yet it gave him a portrait, a sketch of his reaction to her. He opened his new blank notebook and scribbled in the entry. Just then came a faint jangling sound. Lifting his notebook, he discovered caught in its spiral binding underneath, a woman’s gold bracelet of dangling coins. He gasped, it must be M
