The two of them are after the worst kind of criminal—one who deals in artifacts of a grisly nature—and they intend to stop him, no matter what his position might be. Will their luck hold as they confront him—and discover what he keeps hidden in his basement?
EXCERPT
“Are you going to put me in a story? I hope not.”
Thorne waved his hand. “Not if you don’t want me to.”
“I’ll tell you why,” said the proprietor. “I like customers, and company, of course, but I’m a bit shy all the same. I wouldn’t care to be in the public eye.”
“I understand.”
Roberts nodded. “You seem like a trustworthy chap, or I wouldn’t have told you as much as I have. I would be like one of these laconic natives.”
“The kind that like to make fun of greenhorns?”
“There are plenty of that type, of course.” Roberts flipped the pieces of pork and the slices of potato, sending up a sizzle. Turning to Thorne, he said, “I could show you something you won’t see much of out here, but you have to promise me you won’t put it in a story.”
“You have my word.”
“Follow me, then.”
