What a turn up for the books. Monty; dead. She couldn't deny that he'd been a pain in the arse sometimes, pompous and pedantic, but then, that was a byproduct of his job and she knew that he'd loved Sharon and their children.
It was still reasonably early when I'd been fed and watered so I headed back to the hotel and, low and behold, here was another turn up for the books. About fifty metres ahead of me was another of Jan's cronies.