LINK WAS STILL kicking himself an hour after he’d left the Dream Rider tower. He now stood at his favorite panhandling location, outside a coffee shop on York, just north of Union Station. A great spot in the morning rush hour. The suits were good marks as they grabbed their cuppa joe on their way to work. The store never chased him off, and everyone on the streets knew this was his patch.
cuppa joeBut he’d missed the rush hour today. Missed it for Hard Case’s show-and-tell of her hostel idea. He did care about her plan to get kids off the street, and he’d probably use the crash site himself. But his main reason for joining Case’s little tour this morning had been Case herself.
He’d liked her since they’d met six months ago. Even looked up to her, though he’d never tell her that. He’d be
