Auction Of PromisesChapter 5 To Scotland
As we climbed into bed he casually remarked, "We're getting up at five, taxi is due here at six." "Typical of the man," I thought grimly, "Thinks I can just throw a few things together and take off." Actually almost everything was packed. From his mention of a taxi I guessed we were flying to Scotland. Sure enough the taxi took us to Stansted and a few hours later after a flight in first class accommodation we were in Inverness where a hire Rangerover was waiting. We called at a local...