Knight on the Potomac
Rupert Knight is struggling to adjust to his new life as an hotelier in rural West Virginia. It’s a far cry from his previous vocation as a London art expert. There is the culture shock, the accents, the job itself and then there are the dead bodies. Nothing spoils a guest's day more...
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