Rupert walked over to the table. “Ian? Ian Higgs, is that you?” Ian stood. “Let me guess—the beard and the dark hair were a wee bit of a surprise.” “You never seemed like the facial hair type.” Rupert held out a hand, but his friend hugged him instead. It had been too long for a simple handshake. After several long seconds, Ian finally pulled back and gestured toward the table. “Have a seat, mate. There are some things I need to tell you.”
