Chapter 3: Coffee and Cold SweatJohn sat in his Jeep and waited for the lights to come on inside Jen’s café. It was harder to see now when the mornings were bright. Sometimes she didn’t even turn the lights on in the sitting area until she opened. Those days John didn’t enter. Today, he was pretty certain she would come looking for him, though.
He glanced at the dashboard clock: seven minutes past seven. Maybe she hadn’t come in yet. Sometimes she didn’t come in until a quarter past. He swallowed and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans-clad thighs. Maybe he could go home. It wasn’t like he’d promised to be there. He had nodded when she’d asked, but that didn’t mean much.
He looked around the parking lot. The man wasn’t there. Maybe John had misinterpreted the look in his eyes—no. They ha
