“Nice to meet you, Felix, and thank you,” Tyler said as he placed the cup in both hands and took a sip. He closed his eyes and moaned in appreciation. “Saints alive, that’s good.”
I grinned. “Stuff of the gods, right?”
“Definitely.” I finished the omelets and placed each on a plate. Tyler had already placed the toast in the middle of the table, using a platter he’d found in one of the cupboards. The owner of this place had expensive taste in china. I asked Tyler to take the butter and jam out of the fridge. I grabbed us knives and forks.
After pouring myself another cup of coffee, I took a seat. “So tell me what happened last night after you left. I assume you made it to the drop off point on time?”