Chapter 2
I kept my face calm. Took a slow sip of coffee. Steam rose and blurred my vision, giving me cover to scan the room.
Near the door—my oldest friend. He sat with his back to the wall, pretending to read a newspaper. His hand rested inside his coat pocket.
By the window—my captain. He watched the rain, but his eyes flicked toward me every few seconds. Waiting.
And at the far end of the counter—my brother. He wore a casual jacket, legs crossed. He looked relaxed. But he hadn't touched his drink.
All three.
The people I would have trusted with my life.
I glanced toward the kitchen door. The waitress stood there, apron tied tight, pretending to refill napkin dispensers. She caught my eye for half a second. Gave the faintest nod.
Four minutes.
I stood slowly. Left a bill on the table.
May you like
"Restroom," I said to no one in particular.
I walked toward the back. I felt their eyes on me the whole way. Heavy. Expectant.
