Lunchtime, Lobby, Allan OTA
A heavy engine stuttered outside as a truck pulled up on the road beyond the Manor's drive. It idled there for a moment, getting a furious blast of the horn from a cab that wanted to pull out into the road,and the driver and the man who had just jumped down from the passenger door of the cab grinned at each other and slapped hands.
The truck pulled away, the cab following it and Allan looked up at the Manor.
"Jeez," he said and went across to the entrance, his duffle bag bumping on his hip.