Waiting was boring, Richard thought as he leaned back. He stared up at the stone ceiling, allowing his gaze to wander across the carved gargoyles sat on pillars in the eaves. He couldn't understand how the old man sat on his ass getting people to do his dirty work. But working in Sedona was a job he loved.
"Oi. Old man. What're we doing today?" he called loudly.
He never had been one to wait, or stand on ceremony.