CHAPTER 21
Stone-faced Detective Jason Welles looked like Central Casting’s idea of a detective, and knew it. Waiting in Camelot’s Great Hall, he eyed the floor-to-ceiling weapons display cabinet with distaste. Too often his agile mind and bulky frame had investigated crimes brought about either by accident or in the heat of unbridled passions, aided by the proximity of a sportsman’s rifle, a handgun carried “for protection,” or because someone misguidedly thought it might be fun to collect weapons.
“Mr. Welles, you wished to see me?” Robin offered a sunny smile.
He knew she was frightened, and quickly spotted trailing closely behind, her “shadow,” Alfie Nixon. “Yes, Miss Dumas. And I’m glad you’re here as well, Mr. Nixon. Howard Carter’s bringing along that electrician, Martin We
