Chapter 8
George finally showed up nearly half an hour late, cheeks flushed and hair even messier than usual. Karl was pacing the creaky wooden floor, walking from one common room to the other and back again. Thankfully the rowdy group who'd tried to recruit him into their own variety of trouble had continued on their way.
"Where the hell have you been, Georgie? I'm going nuts in here."
"Sorry, had to duck a couple of other guys wanting to have a few drinks. We might be better off doing that, but I guess it's too late now."
"Yeah, I guess so," Karl said. "We should probably go somewhere else tonight. Too many people wandering in and out."
"Way ahead of you, Karl. There's something I want you to get a look at anyway."
George walked toward the exit door to the lawns, Karl trying his be
