Chapter 55

Mindful of the cost of the call, I said my goodbyes and handed the phone back to Sam for a final word.

By the time I’d paid for the call—which wasn’t as expensive as I’d feared—Tom had finished with the hire car rep, so we went outside to the car park.

“Want to take her for a spin?” Tom asked, tossing the car keys into the air and catching them.

He’d hired a four-door saloon SEAT Malaga GLS in white. Mind you, most cars seemed to be white on the island.

Once Mark, Sam, and I were safely buckled into the backseat, Tom asked, “Where do we want to go?”

“What about Ciutadella?” Cliff suggested. “We could do a bit of sight-seeing, then maybe grab some lunch?”

“Fine by us,” Mark told him.

Sam and I nodded our agreement.

As we neared the old city, Cliff said, “The Carthaginians called this place Jamma. It was the capital of Menorca until the British moved it to Mahón.”

“He’s off on his educated tourist routine,” Tom laughed.

“Sorry. I forget sometimes I’m not in class.”