Read Online The Turncoats (The Thirteenth Series #2) by G.L. Twynham - Free Book Online

morning away.
    Fran and Jason arrived around eleven at which point the shop was open and quite busy with the usual bookworms.
    “Hi guys,” Fran greeted them, adding to their pile of books with a few of her own.
    “What’s all this?” Wendy enquired, starting to pick through them.
    “Jason received them in a parcel this morning, from Sam; something about local history.” Fran walked off towards the cupboard as Jason came in with another pile.
    “Where does this guy get his stuff from and doesn’t he sleep?” Jason dropped them on to the counter.
    “Wow, these books are really old,” Wendy said stroking the covers gently.
    “You make me glad I’m a geek.” Jason smiled and walked off after Fran.
    “Where is this Sam?” Zac asked. Val sensed his apprehension on the subject.
    “He’s moving here to Arcsdale. Don’t worry; he’s just a really cool guy who gave me my sword and the stuff that Jason uses to track me. He’s Shane’s best friend, if that makes you feel any better, and I’m going to his house for lunch. So on that note I’m off.”
    Val stood grabbing her bag. “Are you ok to close the shop over lunch and open up this afternoon if I’m not back in time, Wendy?”
    “Is that a joke? Look at all these goodies.” Wendy’s eyes didn’t leave the books as she gave Val a dismissive wave.
    Val could see that Zac wasn’t at all pleased to see her go, but she still had to have a life. Anyway, Sam might have some valuable information to pass on.
    “You can contact me on my mobile if you need me.” She waved her phone at him, turned and left. The bus ride was pleasant. Just leaving the shop and not having to try to capture someone made a pleasing change to the recent full on approach.
    She jumped off the bus, checking the card he had given her one more time, and walked along the road towards his new house. Luckily Arcsdale wasn’t that big and she was familiar with the area. As the address came into view, Val saw Sandy the TVR parked with tender loving care on the driveway. She had to admire the size of the place. Whatever Sam did for a living, he clearly earned a pretty decent wage. Making her way to the front door she instantly recognised that it was made out of cherry wood in a classic design. She gently passed her hand over it. Her dad had taught her well. She rang the doorbell and waited patiently.
    It opened and there he was, her personal dream guy. Today he was wearing jeans and a black skin tight t-shirt. A million questions shot through her head and then she pulled herself back to reality.
    “Val, I’m so pleased you could make it. Come in.” Sam stepped to one side to allow her in.
    “How could anyone smell that good?” she thought to herself.
    The entrance was as beautiful and impressive as the exterior. Val looked around her at the open gallery staircase leading to what seemed like an endless landing. The floor was a classic slate and made it seem almost as if she had been transported back in time. There were few pieces of furniture, but each one was well thought out and placed perfectly. Attention to detail was obviously a priority for him.
    “Sam, your house is breathtaking; actually it’s close to perfect.” Val complimented him as they walked down the corridor.
    “It’s nearly finished. They’re still making a few minor changes, but I’m really pleased with the outcome.” He pushed open a door and they walked into the kitchen. Marble surfaces, a sheet glass wall and the minimalist design gave Val shivers down her spine.
    “I don’t think I’ve ever been in a more exquisite room in my life.” Val walked to the glass wall to admire the garden. “Sam, it’s just such an amazing work of art. Who built this?”
    “This man did,” Sam answered. Val turned to look as he opened a side door. “How’s it going today?” Sam asked as he shook Val’s dad’s hand.
    “Morning. Not much more to do,” Mike greeted him, and then spotted Val. “Sorry, I didn’t know you