Chapter 36By the time I walked into Late Jim's diner the next morning, everyone else was already there, plus two strangers—a young guy and girl in battered leather jackets and bluejeans. It was pretty much as I'd expected, since I was arriving fifteen minutes late, at a quarter after six.
No big deal, as far as I was concerned. Let them wait, especially Duke. He'd kept me waiting long enough for answers, hadn't he?
"Gaia!" He waved me over to the counter, where he, Laurel, Corinne, and the strangers were gathered. "I want you to meet someone."
See if you can guess what kind of mood I was in that morning. "If his name isn't 'big cup of coffee,' he can wait." You guessed it: "Sinking fast." My meeting with Duke the night before had left me spinning in free-fall. I'd gotten all o
