Chapter 12
The breakfast Mrs. Brimmer provided her guests wasn’t exactly large. So once they were outside on the sidewalk, Rory checked his phone and found an all-you-can-eat buffet place within walking distance. Judging by the huge pile of food on Zane’s plate and the smile on his face, Rory knew he’d made the right call.
“That all you want?” Zane asked through a mouthful of pancake, pointing his fork at Rory’s small plate of toast and scrambled eggs.
“Yep.” Rory nodded. Just then his phone beeped with an incoming text.
“Barry?” Zane asked.
Rory nodded and began to write a reply. “He’s asking if the roads have cleared any.”
Zane continued to chew as Rory typed. Yes, the snowplow had gone through the town, and the roads, at least those Rory had seen, were drivable.
Seconds later ano
