I sit and watch Hayden walk across the street toward the café we are in. He's carrying a briefcase. Why would he need his briefcase on his lunch break? This guy is suspicious as all hell.
"How long have you known Hayden, Moll?" I ask her.
Aaron sips his drink through his straw as he listens and watches Hayden.
The three of us are at our favorite lunch spot and sitting at the bench by the window.
She gives me a lopsided twist of her lips. "About eight years, I think."
"Aaron said that you used to work with him at your old job."
"Yeah." She chews her toasted sandwich as she watches him. "He worked at the Gazette with me."
My attention goes back to watching him. "You know, I think he's up to something."
"Wouldn't surprise me." She wipes her mouth with her napkin.
"Why do you say that
