Two days later I was sitting at the same café where I’d met Mason and Carla the previous week. Connor had gone to meet with Eli Michaels at his gallery in Sedona, a business meeting I obviously hadn’t been invited to. Not that I minded too much; I didn’t want Connor to think we had to be joined at the hip twenty-four/seven. And it probably was a good thing for me to get out on my own every once in a while, although going approximately four doors down from our apartment couldn’t really be classified as being adventurous.
Someone had left a copy of that morning’s newspaper lying on one of the chairs at the table I’d selected. I picked up the paper, figuring I’d give it a quick glance-through. Connor and I had bought an iPad Mini the previous week during a splurge at Best Buy, but I didn’t f
