Chapter 6The heat retaining cardboard cup and plastic cap made sure the coffee inside stayed at near on nuclear temperature for a good fifteen minutes. Finch blew into the small hole in the cap, his breath forcing a dull note to sound, like blowing over a half-filled milk bottle. Despite the fact the cappuccino remained pretty much undrinkable for the first few minutes, it was better than the soup-sized mugs they also served it in. Those lost the heat so fast, you literally had to gulp it down.
Starbucks was heaving; Finch had been lucky enough to grab a barstool seat and now sat facing out into the departure lounge at JFK. He glanced at his Omega Seamaster; it was the only part of his old life that remained. It had been issued to him after being promoted to the head of President Remy's s
