Sanjay wiped his hands on his apron. “John, you must be careful…”
John put his hand up. “I know, I know, and I am. It’s just bothering me more than usual. Help me out, okay?”
“I sorry, I have none to give just now. You come back later, maybe?”
John gritted his teeth. “Yeah, sure,” he said, feeling his body tighten up. He sat back, tore off a piece of roti and dunked it in the yogurt and apricot-blended parfait.
* * *
When John looked up from his notes a couple hours later, Mick Hanson stood in front of him with a thick Pendaflex folder stuffed with paperwork pinned under his arm. John grinned at the man who worked for High Trails Adventures and motioned to Orson and Kembe, who had joined him an hour ago to hold off on filling him in on the logistics of the Circuit. He’d known Mick sin
