Chapter Five“You will not believe this!” Kerry’s eyes bulged with excitement. “Do you remember the cute little girl with the auburn hair and freckles?”
Lara tried not to shudder at the memory of the art lesson from hell. It was over twenty-four hours ago, but the lasting effects seemed permanent. Lara nodded with feigned politeness.
“Well,” Kerry began, “she went home and told her mother you were an archivist and she came to see me...”
“The little girl came to see you?” Lara asked confused and Kerry bridled, annoyed at the derailing of her story.
“No! Her mother. She’s in charge of the museum in town and she’s been looking for someone to sort out some of their collections. She’s persuaded the council to stump up some money on a part time basis and she wants you to ring her tonight. I t
