Murder in the Smithsonian (2015)
“She’d stayed in her room, fussing with her hair and makeup and reviewing papers that had a bearing on the conversion of the McBean castle from a private residence to a public museum. As she read them she was glad she’d decided to leave for Edinburgh that afternoon. There was more to be done there than she’d realized.
She went downstairs to the Buttery, where she ordered a full British breakfast—juice, eggs, porridge, toast and jam, kippers, bacon and sausage. “The lass eats like a lumberjack. S...he’ll not faa throu ane’s claes,” her Uncle Calum used to say about her, meaning she’d not grow up thin.
An East Indian waiter delivered copies of the morning papers with her juice. She glanced at the front page of one of them, then turned inside. A small headline in the lower left-hand corner didn’t at first stop her, but, like a double take, her attention quickly returned to it. The headline read: ARAB ART DEALER SLAIN. And the brief story: Authorities have reported the slaying of a prominent Arab art dealer, Rashad Ashtat, at his home at 7 Belgrave Place, Belgravia.MoreLess
She went downstairs to the Buttery, where she ordered a full British breakfast—juice, eggs, porridge, toast and jam, kippers, bacon and sausage. “The lass eats like a lumberjack. S...he’ll not faa throu ane’s claes,” her Uncle Calum used to say about her, meaning she’d not grow up thin.
An East Indian waiter delivered copies of the morning papers with her juice. She glanced at the front page of one of them, then turned inside. A small headline in the lower left-hand corner didn’t at first stop her, but, like a double take, her attention quickly returned to it. The headline read: ARAB ART DEALER SLAIN. And the brief story: Authorities have reported the slaying of a prominent Arab art dealer, Rashad Ashtat, at his home at 7 Belgrave Place, Belgravia.MoreLess
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