Chapter Twenty-OnePaul pulled up outside Buster's Café and nosed the car into a parking spot near the entrance. The café featured floor-to-ceiling windows with no shades or curtains and an uncovered glass door. The lights were on but, besides Buster, the place appeared to be empty.
“Remember, when you circle back, if there's any sign of trouble, just keep drivin',” Rico said. It was early evening and the sun had begun to set on the horizon. Still, Rico donned his sunglasses before he got out of the car, leaving his cane behind. Paul acknowledged him with a nod and drove off.
Rico limped in and closed the door behind him. Buster, squat and broad-shouldered, stood behind a glass counter stocked with pies, cakes, and pastries. Before they could greet each other, the door opened behind Rico.
