EDRIC GLANCED AT HIS watch for the third time in minutes and looked toward the elevators. Somehow he was surprised that the efficient and competent Bella was late to her own party. Of course he’d been early. He was excited to see her again. And he was really looking forward to the tour.
The bartender from the café, dressed as Count Dracula, approached him with a tray full of brightly colored drinks. “Devil’s Tail, sir?”
Edric sat straighter and took a drink from the tray. “Thanks. What’s in it?”
The man grinned, “Eye of Newt, tongue of toad, bat wings. The usual.”
Edric tasted it. “Mm, good. Thanks.”
Angie and Alastair arrived and Angie dove at the tray. “These look scrumptious.” She tasted hers and smacked her lips. “Yummy.”
Percy came up, took a drink off the tray and looked around
