“Where’s Sand?” Thorin asked soon after Andre arrived at the club and found him at his private table.
Andre leaned back against the balcony railing, replying with a shrug, “Probably at home, or back to working his regular shift for the security company, now that you don’t need him here.”
“You don’t know?”
“No. He was gone when I woke up. No note, no nothing. If it weren’t for the blood-stained bandages in the wastebasket, I wouldn’t have known he been there.” Andre turned to gaze down at the busy room below him, needing to put off any more questions about Sand. “Looks like things are back to normal, again. What do you need me to do?”
“For the moment, nothing more than the usual.” Thorin eyed him in speculation. “You don’t seem terribly upset.”
“If you mean about Sand, why would I be?”
