ALBERGO DEI FIORI
It was nearing supper time, and without Alana, I didn’t care to dine in Rome. So, I retrieved the rental car and worked my way through the city’s rush hour traffic toward Route E80 north to Civitavecchia. Estimating an hour to get there, I figured to arrive just as the team was quitting for the day and would soon be ensconced in the lobby bar of the hotel.
I was the first to reach the Albergo dei Fiori, but only moments before others came in dusty from the day’s work at the dig. They smiled and waved at me as they passed through the lobby; I could tell that a quick shower and clean clothes were uppermost in their minds. I was starting up the stairs when Tesa and Aggie arrived.
“Hey,” he called. “How did it go with Corwin? I hear he’s a curious guy?”
“If you mean he’s
