Andrew, apparently having caught the brief, horrified look flickering across Logan’s face, managed to say quickly, “The City Cowboys.”
“Dude,” muttered Brad, checking his watch. “You’ve got, like, fifteen minutes before the show starts. Need a lift?”
A look of shock passed swiftly across Andrew’s face, then it was replaced by a look of sheer excitement. As much as he wanted to say yes, he couldn’t leave his shiny red bike behind.
He pulled it upright and beamed. “Got my own. But thanks.”
“Nice bike,” muttered Henry.
Mark allowed his mind to wander from the pleasant exchange before him. He looked down worriedly at the necklaces and grimaced. It occurred to him that he still got some unfinished business to do.