Matt was pleased that Linsdale, a pleasant little town with a population edging fifteen hundred and nestled between two emerald-green hills, was no more than twenty minutes away from Sir Reginald’s estate.

He was looking forward to some out-of-work time with Bertie and Bill. But he knew as he drove along the back country road, he would be unable to lift his mind away from the bizarre revelations of the last twelve hours. And if prior history was any indication, he expected conversation would ...