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“Gunshots rang out from another section of the house and he prayed Lea and Kim were all right. This was not his natural milieu. For one thing, people who used the word milieu did not generally know how to strip a rifle in thirty seconds, but he did. He had changed now and he had to accept it.”
― Rob Jones, The King's Tomb

“The curator was a small man with diffused, thinning hair stretched over a tanned scalp in an impressive combover. He was wearing a neat, pale brown suit and polished shoes and fidgeted when he moved. Under his nose was a thick, black waxed moustache which curled up at the end and instantly reminded Hawke of Poirot. Looking across at Lea, he saw she had made the same observation. She stifled a chuckle and had to turn away from him to stop laughing.”
― Rob Jones, The King's Tomb