Karr took the bottle of sparkling water and stepped away from the bar, forcing his eyes away from the doorway. It was 11:30. Deidre hadn’t shown up.
The Ritz did have a bar, an expensive one called the Bar Vendôme.
Probably a great place to get stinking drunk, Karr thought. Too bad he couldn’t do that while he was on an operation.
Too stinking bad.