“For the coffee, I meant. They’re really very efficient over there.”
Vincent pressed his lips together, not entirely convinced she was telling the truth, but not caring one way or the other. He liked Kylie. She made him smile.
At the café, he ordered a flat white and took a seat at a table where he could see the bookshop door. His mobile phone indicated five forty-five. The bookshop closed at six-thirty. Forty-five minutes wasn’t a long time to wait. Not for Daniel McClary.
But the minutes dragged by. He ordered a second coffee, even though he didn’t want it. It sat in front of him getting cold as he watched the door open again and again with no sign of Daniel. All too soon, the café staff began cleaning the tables and refilling the sugar canisters. Patrons started leaving. When he looked at the time on his mobile phone, it read six-twenty.
It seemed unlikely that Daniel would show with only ten minutes before closing.