Chapter 19
I’d never noticed the coffee shop snuggled between two larger buildings about a block from the school, but I’d never really walked around the area much since I usually rode to school with Jake or had Mom drop me off. The plate glass window sported a white neon cup and saucer with a swirl of blue neon smoke emerging from its rim. The unpainted brick walls, wooden booths, and low-hanging single bulbs covered with tortoise shell globes lent an air of secrecy to the place. I could easily imagine clandestine meetings between lovers or spies.
We took a booth near the back though only one other person was in the shop. A white haired old woman sat across the room with her back to me, but she appeared to be reading a novel while she sipped from a mug that had to hold at least four cups
