His men had gone off for a bathroom break, Jimmy thankfully not teasing Jake about it. Telling them he’d make his way over to the retro gaming booths, Barry went walkabout.
Barry turned a corner and stopped in his tracks. There, dressed from the neck downward in a costume he couldn’t identify, was Robert. The head of his costume lay, decapitated, on the floor next to a booth proclaiming Wild Australian Adventures.
Barry had mentally prepared himself to see his ex again, guessing it was possible their paths would cross at such an event. Fortunately Robert hadn’t seen him—the man was too busy trying to give a leaflet to a retreating female attendee. The woman was fending Robert off with one arm while using the other to comfort her petrified daughter.
Despite his reservations, Barry steppe
