Chapter Twenty-Seven
Thief
I was sitting in a coffee shop kitty-corner from the restaurant, staring at a mirrored wall. In the mirror, I caught sight of Brandy as she tucked my second letter into her purse. I could see Sibyl leaning over to say something to her, and I smiled. That waiter had been as good as his word! Amazing what a $100 tip would do.
Satisfied that my women would be safely occupied for the next several days, I turned away from the window and walked into the noonday crowd. As I walked swiftly toward Market Street, I walked in a careful stride, not fast enough to attract attention, and not slow enough to be passed up by other people. The reason was simple enough: I had picked up a tail, which had precluded any kind of meeting with the girls, tempting though it was.
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