I knew it was too good to be true. We found the man who had the amulet, an older gentleman who was using the bloody thing to spy on his neighbors and spread gossip through the village. We just barely managed to converse, him in broken English, me with a small traveler's dictionary. I rather think he wouldn't have sold it to us if not for Tori's ( Read more... )

Tori surprised me by being game for the trip to Turkey. We arrived in Ankara yesterday afternoon, and after a rather tiresome several hours in customs--please don't ask about the details, I have no clue why they found me so suspicious looking--we got to our hotel room. I went over the maps I'd dug up while we ate in ( Read more... )

I've been greatly enjoying the last several days with Tori. Good to kick back and enjoy the normal pleasures of life for a bit. We've checked out several local clubs and a new restaurant or two--I think I enjoyed the Ethiopian one the most, there's something delightfully decadent about eating without utensils. This weekend we're taking a road trip ( Read more... )

So, my flight back to London? Diverted by weather. To bloody Newcastle Airport, of all places. Tornados raging all over merry olde England, apparently. Brilliant. I decided at that point the airlines were a trifle cursed, so I decided to take the scenic route and bought a BritRail Pass. Usually fairly quick, plus it has ameneties you can't get on ( Read more... )

Well, I missed the bloody auction. Unbelievable luck, there was a bomb threat shortly after the plane took off last Wednesday, and due to weather patterns over France we were forced to land in Iceland. Not even at the airport in Reykjavik, but in a field in some pesky village in the middle of nowhere, in case the plane blew up. Well, they searched ( Read more... )

Miss Chapel was a little more upset about the heirlooms than I expected. Insists she's not paying unless she wins at court. Still rather wish I'd gotten a look at them, her overreaction makes me think there must have been something extraordinary about them. That, and the fact that the bloody things ended up on the hellmouth ( Read more... )

Tori came back with me to London. Obviously I had to return to let Miss Chapel know the whereabouts of her heirlooms and that Miss Hicks had beaten me to the punch. You just don't do that by telephone. Plus I had to see if any other potential clients had called for appointments; I hadn't really expected my trip to the states to take as long as it ( Read more... )

I really never, ever want to return to that blasted town again. I wonder if George would like to buy out my interest in The Enchanted Garden? Or maybe I could get someone to burn it down for the insurance money?

Where to begin? All I did was make accomodation arrangements for Victor, whatever he did after that was his doing and not mine. I got a ( Read more... )

Well, the minx beat me to the jewels. I found Michael Keyes' address in her apartment, went over there first thing this morning. He seemed surprised that yet another person was after the family heirlooms--Miss Hicks had been to see him yesterday and he'd told her his ex-wife had them. Classic. There was no reason for me to go talk to her, ( Read more... )

Well, Victor is making his play for Eva. I set him up with a lovely little cabin and made sure that it had all the amenities, as he asked. I'm not sure how he intends to lure her out there, but perhaps he'll be able to win her over; he is notorious for his way with the ladies and Cristoff is certainly no prize. Besides, she must have Evalon's taste ( Read more... )