Chapter 3

Usually I headed straight home and fell into bed after an overnight shift. I wasn’t good at mornings to begin with, and after being up all night, my internal clock was all sorts of screwed up. But I was feeling good that morning, and a glance at Grandda’s watch proclaimed it to be only a quarter after seven, so I swung by my favorite little coffee shop. Tucked into an out-of-the-way corner, it had the best pastries I’d ever put in my mouth and coffee to kill for.

I had to park down the block, but I didn’t mind walking. I loved the cold, and I had enough hats and scarves to keep me toasty warm all season. I pulled my beanie down over my ears as I got out of the car, and then I headed for Pounds and Grounds. I reached the door at the same time as another customer, but I had my hand on the handle first. So I pulled it open and gestured for him to go through. He took a step. Then he stopped and turned back to me.

“Rory Cameron?”