Chapter 18

I got to the cafe at nine o'clock sharp. The barista with the goatee was still behind the counter, taking orders from the last few customers for their shift. All of this I saw from the car, parked across the street. It was a little after ten when the crew closed the lights, locked the door, and said goodbye to each other. I remained in the car, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel.

To pass the time, I decided to call Casper. He picked up after two rings. "You miss me?" he...