Sleep Like the Dead: A Charleton House Mystery (The Charleton House Mysteries Book 3) by Kate P. Adams

Author:Kate P. Adams [P. Adams, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-03T22:00:00+00:00

Mark shared a big open-plan office with a couple of other tour guides, including Douglas. It was unglamorously located above some of the visitor toilets and overlooked a courtyard, which was eerily quiet for a Sunday afternoon. The door was open. Mark had his feet on his desk and was covering the pages of a book with little pink sticky notes. Douglas was on the far side of the room, reading something on a computer screen, occasionally turning away in order to feed paper into a shredder.

‘Can you believe it?’ he was complaining. ‘She must have written it the minute she got home.’

I remained in the doorway. ‘Gentlemen. Working hard?’

Mark didn’t move. ‘Always,’ he responded. I stared at him.

‘Don’t you stand when a lady enters the room?’

‘Refer to my previous answer.’ I couldn’t help but laugh. He could be so predictable. ‘You’re letting all the heat out.’

I closed the door behind me, feeling like a nagging mother. I wheeled a chair next to Mark and collapsed into it.

‘I’ve just come to say ta-ra, I’m going home. Caffeine is keeping me standing, but I can feel it swilling round my brain and I’m no use to anyone. I’m done in.’

Douglas let out a loud sigh. ‘I wish someone had done her in.’ He sighed again.

‘What are you moaning about?’ Mark asked. ‘Spit it out instead of huffing and puffing.’

‘That sodding woman, she’s already written up a review for last night. Trying to get in on the action, I bet, get some publicity for her blog.’

‘You mean Philippa?’ I asked.

‘Who else would take such pleasure in tearing me to shreds in front of the whole world? She’s not right in the head, I swear.’

Mark got up and walked over to Douglas, leaning over his shoulder, reading the review.

‘Wow, she really doesn’t like you.’

‘Tell me about it. She’s also commented on Lycia’s age, not being young enough to play Ellen, and that not all the guests did their research before signing up for the event.’

‘That’ll be a reference to those who went to the Black Swan,’ I commented.

‘But then she goes on to talk about Conrad. She reckons he continues to give the, and I quote, “finest portrayal of Charles Dickens in living memory”. The rest of the evening gets the thumbs up as well. Of course, she revels in the drama of the night, makes it sound like she was personally at risk and only narrowly escaped the clutches of death. If only.’

He sat back with an air of defeat.

‘Wait, she wasn’t on your tour, she was on mine. How could she review your tour?’

‘She can’t, but it doesn’t stop her. If you look at it, she’s worded it very carefully: “known for his inaccuracies… ever the showman, yet unable to convey the significance of the Fitzwilliam-Scott family’s role in British history”…’

Mark glanced up and caught my eye. I saw a very slight smile in the corner of his lips.

‘You had that mate of hers. Was he rolling his eyes at every

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