14
On the way back to the city, Lynn and TJ had stopped at a breakfast place in one of those small yet vibrant small towns, sometimes no more than neighborhoods that are almost like villages abutting NYC on all sides. Lynn had printed off the rest of Shanna’s phone records and text message backups and made copies of it for her and TJ.
“We should get into her email too,” TJ said, munching on his avocado, poached egg and caramelized onion toast.
He’d chosen this place because it was so highly rated on both Google and Yelp, both calling it a real gem of a place tucked away in the middle of nowhere. Pricey too, but Lynn didn’t complain about it.
“I’ll ask Cindy,” she answered between bites.
Lynn had ordered the same thing as him, and she wasn’t disappointed. Even the coffee was good—sligh
