Reckless crusade [antikvár]

OneAs she parked the car, Tamara Rawson's tawny eyes moved slowly along the lovely old buildings in Lan-crest Mews to rest on the great hoarding that stood like an alien against the old hotel at the end. "Tysak Holdings." Boldly, it blazoned its message"Danger. Reconstruction Work."Tamara's lips tightened angrily. That infuriating message was the first thing she saw every day as she arrived to open her exclusive shop. The work was interfering with her business and she had dark suspicions about the future plans of Jason Tysak.She hadn't even met him, but his name was pushed down her throat daily along with the dust, noise and general upheaval. She slammed the car door and marched across the small park to the mews. She had chosen this place very carefully when she opened Impressions.It was not a shop really, but a salon, a chic and elegant one that catered for the rich matrons of the town and their clothes-conscious daughters. Now