CHAPTER 18Though it was a typical mild Northwest Pacific afternoon, sitting on the curved brick steps of Pioneer Courthouse Square watching Denton perform his healings had induced a slight chill, and Ping had volunteered to make a run up to the Starbucks that sat at the center of the raised rim of the plaza. After off-loading drinks to everyone, he took the last cup and handed the carrying tray to Mara, who jogged over to a nearby recycle can to discard it.
When she returned, she sipped her hot chocolate, then turned to Melanie and said, “How long will he stay out here and do this?”
“He’ll stay for another hour or so, until the sun starts to go down below the buildings and shadows begin to cover the square. It’ll get a little too cold for people to stand around,” she said. “And, by that
