Chapter 3

With shaking hands, he signaled a turn despite there being no traffic, and drove back the way he’d come. The nature was amazing—huge old trees with moss-covered trunks hugging the roadsides. Had he been a rich man, he would’ve bought a vacation home in the area. Riding his motorcycle on these roads would be great.

Twenty minutes later, since he was driving slower on the way back, he turned in on a sad-looking parking lot, across from a small grocery store. He’d go in there soon, but first he’d grab something in the café—sugar always helped a stressful situation.

As he parked, two cops walked out of the café. Zen sighed and got out of the car, pretending he’d never broken a speeding limit in his entire life.

The younger of the two stumbled to a stop. The glare he gave Zen would’ve been amusing if he hadn’t been dressed in a uniform.