17
The morning and early afternoon passed, and the companions found themselves once more at the fine restaurant in Paul's reserved booth. Al had just finished recapping what they had learned backstage.
Paul leaned back and furrowed his brow. "A fight backstage. How close was this to Lawrence's disappearance?"
Al shook his head. "Marlowe didn't say."
"And Origa believes the spirit also haunts him?" Paul wondered.
"That's what he said, though I don't know how a spirit could be in two places at once," Al mused.
"They don't have a body to worry about," Una reminded him as Casey brought them four menus.
Una was quick to snatch hers from his outstretched hand. She opened the menu and her face twisted in disgust. "What the hell? Everything's in French!"
"Are you sure you don't want
