Chapter 114

He checked out the hall. The windows were open but their table was toward the middle and to the front where a small raised platform and lectern stood. Seemed the dining hall was multi-functional. Even with the overhead ceiling fans revolving, Dean fingered his collar, starting to perspire. Impossible to focus on the conversations of his fellow diners. He lapsed into nodding pretence whenever anyone spoke to him. A few had stopped by the lectern to deliver some anecdote—a few apparently uninvited to do so if Eleanor Reid’s sniff was anything to go by—but while both he and Jay listened and clapped where appropriate, Jay watched Dean and Dean watched Jay.