“Indeed, this is my wife Amara.” He pointed to the woman who he thought was named Colleen. “We should take this in my office. Lana, we will be in our office. Take care of the customers.” He asked the assistant to get to the reception desk and followed the couple to their office. Colleen was as confused as Christian but Virgil was confident almost as if he was expecting Christian. “Please have a seat, Amara is protective of the books and she doesn’t like any wrong person to get hold of her treasures.” Amara, who was ready to sink her teeth in his neck, now looked relaxed.
“I understand, so if you could help me find those books I will be out of your hair soon.”
“What’s the hurry? Would you like something to drink or eat, Boston is a long drive from Fall River.”
“No, I am fine.”
“You
