Chapter 41

Friday, because there were no more actors who needed fittings, the shop closed at six. Lyle had spent the day dealing with what alterations remained, while Joseph and Elaine unpacked the boxes of masks and other goodies that had been ordered for the haunted house, crosschecking their lists to make certain everything had arrived and intact, and that Lyle hadn’t forgotten to order some major item—which, as he pointed out, he wouldn’t have given how anal he was.

The only downside to the day was the call Lyle got from Damien a few minutes before closing

“I have to work a fancy party at the restaurant,” he said, sounding pissed off. “Remember the idiot I subbed in for last week? Well at the last minute this evening he called in sick.”

“That definitely sucks. When will you get off?”