Chapter 173

Eventually Fargo made his way to Vicky’s. The place had approximately ten patrons inside, two of which were at the counter and ordering beverages. He dropped into one of the chairs and Vicky, a stout woman with giant blue eyes, went to his rescue, coddling the old friend. As he was being pawed and cared for by Vicky, who had first called the BCPD, and then Chip (at Fargo’s request), he looked around the coffee house and realized it had been the same since Vicky’s first day of business. There were ten tables in all, a tiny stage for open mic night on Wednesdays, and the tea and coffee bar at the rear of the premises, which Vicky and her staff manned from seven in the morning until eleven at night, every day of the week. He saw a coffee mug-shaped clock on the way and studied the time, which read ten-fifteen in the morning.