Mr. Wright had returned to Long Island two years ago, at which time he joined the Way Off Broadway Players. In past years he’d belonged to a half dozen amateur acting troupes in as many different states. Although he received uniformly good notices from local critics, it seems he never sought a more professional outlet for his talents.”So, Preston didn’t like staying in one place for too long, Rory thought as she set her key card on the counter. It occurred to her that she didn’t really know much about him, or any of the other Players, for that matter. Helene had made a big fuss over introducing her to each of them after the first performance she attended, but what little information she possessed came from anecdotes her aunt shared with her from time to time.Since the clerk had run her credit card when she’d arrived, Rory tossed him a hurried “good night” as she turned to leave.“Sure, no problem,” he mumbled, his eyes still glued to the TV. If he was curious about why she was leaving in the middle of the night, he hid it well.She drove into the small town of Page as the eastern sky was pinking up with first light.
