Chapter 2
Starke, FLFriday
I WENT TO A LITTLE café for breakfast; then I killed a couple of hours exploring the little town some more. There was a former county courthouse building that dated to the turn of the previous century and was now occupied by the community college—the new courthouse was on US-301, a mile north of the old one. In addition to a short main street that was obviously struggling to survive, there was a really quaint old brick street that ran north from downtown parallel to the railroad. It was lined with mostly old, mainly multi-story houses, so I figured it must be where the power base of this town had once, and might still, live.
I arrived at the Golden Arches at a quarter to twelve and found my client already sitting at a corner table in the most out-of-the-way co
