The Creed Legacy
“Brody said into his cell phone.
“What else is new?” Conner retorted from his end of the call, but there was a grin lurking in his voice. “You’re about ten years late already, not that I’ve been keeping track or anything.”
“Of course you haven’t,” Brody said wryly. He stood outside the old snack-bar/projection house at the Bluebird Drive-in that sunny May morning, watched as his contractor and another member of the crew unloaded the gas-powered generator that would, hopefully, provide the necessary juice to run the movie on Saturday night.
The original projector was useless; over the years, it had been converted to a mouse-and-spider condominium complex. Brody had rented the necessary equipment from an outfit in Denver, and a friend of his, a film distributor by profession, was overnighting a couple of first-run movies. An electrician was due any minute to check the antiquated speaker boxes, on their rusty poles, and run a line out to whichever one worked best.
If any of them worked.
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