At a run-down diner sat 3 people at a table, Lola, James, and a waitress.
Lola was putting out pictures on the table, “just point at the ones you have seen here.”
The waitress nodded then pointed at several of them, “they always come by at the same time, always two PM on Tuesdays or Thursdays.”
Lola nodded to James knowingly, they had some real intel now.
Lola gave a short nod to the waitress, “be careful with Ella now Agnes! She’s about eleven now?”
Agnes nodded, she seemed nervous, “isn’t she too young to be a target?”
Lola shook her head, “no these guys like them young, eleven is just what they are looking for.”
The waitress shook like she was chilly, then she rubbed her upper arm with her other hand.
Lola leaned forward, “have your mom pick her up, every day at the bus
