![]() ![]() ![]() Kin approached the café and then the table, keeping his arms at his side while he studied the man. ![]() The ultimate choice seemed logical: meet the man, find out what he wanted, then reassess. Pack up Heather, Miranda, and Bamford and run like hell. Rather than go to work, he’d driven to a park two blocks away from Noble Mott Café and sat. After that, he’d spent all morning debating whether to show up for this clandestine meeting, while dodging questions from Heather about what was bothering him. The night before had been a blur of staring at the ceiling waiting for some further sign of the TCB, followed by strange, too-real dreams of a mysterious woman silhouetted against the backdrop of a futuristic cityscape, something straight out of Heather’s movie collection. ![]()
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