5I wandered aimlessly around the Capitol Hill area, replaying the strange evening over in my mind while sticking carefully to the shadows. Where am I going? What’s your plan, Isabeau? My current course of action was futile and silly, and at this hour could even be considered unsafe between the increasing chill factor and possible encounters with delinquents. I ventured to Broadway, staring into shop windows before I abruptly halted my pointless meandering at a Thai restaurant.
The amazing scent of highly spiced food made my mouth water and my stomach grumble, stopping me in my tracks. It was an easy lure. Luckily, I had stuffed a twenty-dollar bill in my back pocket before we’d gone to the coffeehouse.
Ensconcing myself in an out-of-the-way back-corner booth, I ordered a pot of hot jasmi
