"Ok, where do we find this pixie?”
“A new lead came in shortly after last night’s murder. I expect he was going to follow it up after you two left Steins. I think it was going to be his next sto—” Her voice cracked with emotion and tears welled up in her red- rimmed eyes. I rested one hand on her shoulder and nodded.
“It’s ok,” I said softly. “Let me see the lead.” Simi nodded and flipped to another the charred page of Owlen’s notebook.
An address. ‘No. 9 Street of Dreams’.
We arrived on the Street of Dreams to find a faux oak door set in the heritage redbrick building that displaying a wrought iron No. 9. I was surprised it was a muffin and coffee shop called Y. O. Bubble-Bubble-Toil-And-Muffins.
Curious. I thought mob bosses usually worked from bars, strip clubs, or other similar se
