Chapter Seven
IT WAS PURE nonsense, Sandie thought as he left Hell’s Brew unsure of where he headed now, not that he needed a destination. He just needed to walk and think about what he had just deduced, about how his peaceful existence was threatened. His brother wanted to kill him and rule the Sandmen. Sandie wanted nothing to do with the Sandmen. He just wanted to run his inn and enjoy his tranquil life. Running a hand through his gray hair, he turned right once he stepped out of the coffeehouse, the afternoon sun beating down on him. He paused for a moment and stared up at the sky, his eyes closed as the warmth of the sun caressed his face. This was bullshit.
With a deep breath, he crossed the street, heading for the gazebo in the middle of the park in the roundabout, the breeze pull
