Chapter 8
RORY SLIPPED HIS FINGERS into the left pocket of his blue jeans and pulled out a small photograph. Examining it for a moment, he then looked back across the fast food restaurant to a table next to the windows.
A young woman with chestnut colored hair and burgundy, orange and golden blonde streaks through the front, sat drinking a large soft drink, the straw between her burgundy lips. She wore a black, sleeveless tank top and ripped blue jeans. There was no doubt it was Kaelyn Stalder, Zachary Stalder's daughter. She was making eyes at the young man across the table from her.
Rory didn't have a photograph of the young man she was supposed to be with, but the description fit perfectly. Black, buzzed hair at the sides with a platinum blonde pompadour on the top. He had on a sleev
