Squier laughed like a terrier baying at a snake. “Seth has never impressed me as the brightest bulb. After the Opera House is restored, I assume there will be need for more skilled labor?”
Drayco was going to answer when a high-heeled foot brushed up against his leg. Subtle, but ... there it went again. He put the goblet down and reached for his water glass instead, so he could casually adjust his seat back an inch or two. Doing so meant it was harder to reach his plate of venison medallions, but he wasn’t hungry, anyway. Shouldn’t have eaten those Skipjacks nuts earlier.
“Those documents you sent along, Councilman—interesting reading. There were break-ins decades ago, though nothing was taken from the Opera House.”
“You must mean those thefts in the seventies? Every historic building i
