|The Park West garden at night|
There was no way he was going back down that hall to look for a mop, so instead, headed back to the ballroom. A few busboys were in the process of finishing the accident's clean-up, and people were beginning to find spaces at their respective tables. A search among the guests for Roxanne proved fruitless, and for the second time today, he wondered where she had disappeared. He had come so close to apologizing. To finally making some type of amends, and putting that whole awful memory behind them both. Then he had to go and screw it up by being the world's biggest klutz, dragging this dreaded moment out even longer.
Not in the least bit interested in dinner, he thought he might step out for some air. Clear his head, and regroup his thoughts. From the corner of his eye, he could see his brother Patrick, and Jamie's wife Katie, having a heated discussion. Kate waved her her hand, and motioned him over, but not up for being family negotiator, he ignored her, and slipped quietly out the east door. The rain had finally stopped, but the night air was thick and humid, full of the wet, green smell of summer growth. And... something very much else. Rounding the corner of the building, and acknowledging the security guy on duty, Kevin moved toward the hotel's deserted garden, using his blood hound nose to follow the curious odor.