Chapter 16Drew
We strolled the deserted lobby—the ticket counter seemed abandoned, and if there had been any other visitors earlier, they were gone now—while we waited for Cilla and Arianne to rejoin us. They were taking their sweet time.
Tre didn’t seem concerned. He and Alan were studying a lobby poster for Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and arguing over the best western finale.
I pulled out my pocket watch. The sky was darkening, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if we had to drive to the Grenadier in snow.
Meanwhile, St John had been casting surreptitious glances at Robin, which I found interesting, since my brother had been ignoring him for the past quarter hour.
After another glance at my watch, I put it away. “I hope they won’t dawdle too much longer.”
“Ah. Here comes my
