Rex ran his finger down the ledger and stopped at the first name not crossed out. He didn’t look up.
“Grimm, party of three.”
His voice was dry and gritty, like sand swept across a worn wooden floor.
No one answered.
Rex cleared his throat, looked straight ahead, pushed the words from his belly.
“Grimm, party of three.”
The lobby of The Seguaro was empty. The Tuesday night crowd whispered their secrets. The