The sun was high in the sky and the breeze virtually non-existent as Markus Grant trudged slowly down the footpath, dabbing the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. It was not yet eleven and the air was stifling.
The sun was high in the sky and the breeze virtually non-existent as Markus Grant trudged slowly down the footpath, dabbing the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. It was not yet eleven and the air was stifling.