Chapter 8
The next day was gray and gloomy, unlike the unrelieved sun they’d had so far. They went out for breakfast to a café in the center of the city, both tired of diner food. There they sat by the window and watched the denizens of Denver crowding the sidewalks, on the way to jobs and school and wherever else they might be heading.
Zoe ate a Danish pastry, still preoccupied with thoughts from the day before. Did she want to settle down to a nine-to-five job? A steady life with no more wandering? It didn’t appeal. Working in the sheriff’s department office had been okay. There were only two other clerks there, and the deputies coming in and out all day. That was different from working in some city high-rise with a hundred other people surrounding you in their cubicles.
“You okay?” L
