Shortly after four, the gray battleship that was Fournier"s tour bus, still displaying its Tour de Terreur banners, arrived at the castle. Ray pulled down the police warning tape and opened Fournier"s padlock. Then, with Felix at the helm, the bus revved through the castle gate, groaned beneath the arch and sagged to a stop near the courtyard.
Tour de Terreur“All ashore,” Ray said. He turned back to see he"d only confused the passengers; particularly Eve and Aimee. Apparently they were still in France. Ray shooed them to the door. “Everybody out.”
The group piled from the bus, pulling hats and sunglasses into place or, in the case of Trevelyan, squinting against the late afternoon sun. Everyone, that is, except Loup. He stretched across a rear seat, arms folded, legs crossed, eyes closed
