Chapter Thirty
Ignoring the “Closed” sign, he stormed into the Wicked Brew, then stopped in his tracks. Something weird was going on. First of all, the place was empty. Why would the Wicked Brew be closed at this hour? Second, the only light came from the back hallway.
He stood still for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the dimness. “Gretel?” he called. “Is anyone here?”
A crashing sound came from the back, then Gretel appeared in the archway that led to the area where the storage room and bathroom were located.
He scrutinized her closely in the low light. She had a strange look about her—almost shaken. Maybe she was surprised to see him. Of course she was surprised to see him.
“Zander.” Her voice came out low and unsteady. “What are you doing here? Did you get my note?”
“Yes, I got
