The lobby, Monday early afternoon [[Ricky OTA/MW]]
A rather battered Suzuki microvan drove up before the main entrance, and parked where it wasn't supposed to; a skinny guy with lots and lots of curly blond hair hopped out of the driver's door, unloaded a backpack and two duffels (for the moment) and walked into the lobby, smiling brightly and holding a crumpled piece of paper.
Yes, within the space of two days, paper could get crumpled around Ricky Sands.
He was looking for somebody at least vaguely official so he could get his keys and move in. Hurrah for apartment in the Manor! Mr. Moray, it seemed, had been as good as his word.-