”Hello,” she said, from halfway across the room, “I’m looking for Kit Carson. I was told he might be here.”
Ann and Rachel exchanged glances. Even Bax lifted one brow. “No,” he said in a friendly fashion. “I’m afraid he isn’t, unless he’s in back playing billiards.”
The young woman swung around, clearly ready to interrupt the game in progress. Every male eye in the room followed the swing of her short skirt.
”No, he isn’t back there,” Ann said, forestalling her. “That’s Skeeter and Goldie, trying to out scam one another.”
The crack of billiard balls underscored the statement: The red-haired girl all but scowled. “Any idea how I can find him? It’s important.”
”Well,” Bax scratched the back of his head, “you could pull up a chair and wet your throat until he gets here.” He looked hopeful. “He’ll be here, probably sooner than later. Kit always stops by, especially on gate days.”
Whoever she was, this girl didn’t look in the mood to hang around and wait. Marcus, in his delightfully accented English, volunteered, “He has the hotel. He is there?”
Her eyes brightened. “Hotel? Which hotel?”
Sven set his mug on the table with a faint click of glass on wood. “The Neo Edo. It’s right on the Commons, down by the big fish pond, with an entrance that looks like-”
She was gone before he could finish.
”Well,” he said into the astonished silence.
Before anyone else could speak, Malcolm Moore stepped into the bar. He was still dressed for business and wore a wicked grin. “I see by the open mouths you’ve all met Margo. Anybody find out why she’s looking for Kit?”