Chapter 19
slave body, caged heart
the truth hides behind a mask
who will let it out?
“I’ll be right here the whole time,” Jonah reminded me for the fifth time. He was sitting at an outdoor café across the street from The Blossoming Spa, newspaper in hand, coffee and sandwich on the table. The two bouncers across the street scanned the street constantly with their eyes, never smiling. Every so often someone would go inside. The bouncers seemed to know most of the patrons, and those they didn’t were sometimes turned away. So far, only one person had come out, a portly man with a spring in his step.
“We’ve got backup stationed around the corner,” Jonah said. “I’ll give you twenty minutes. After that, we’re coming in.”
“That might not be enough time,” I said quietly.
“It’ll have to be
