Chapter 8“Can we go right over to 363 Page Street, catch breakfast on the fly?” Sara wanted to begin tracing Emma Ellis's whereabouts as much as Huxley needed to.
“Not on your life.” His smile teased. “We need to power up.”
They had dressed in warmer clothes. City clothes, Huxley called them. Tailored tan slacks, beige dress shirt, and a brown leather bomber jacket for him. For her, black leggings and a heavy beige mid-thigh sweater. He wore loafers without socks, as usual, even though a chill hung in the air. His feet were always hot. Sara was happy to have remembered to bring along a pair of flat shoes instead of sneakers.
A waitress arrived with their Eggs Benedict, minus the meat. Sara only then realized how hungry she felt. “The best place to start looking for information would be
