Jenna had to agree with Donal and Pete. There were no coincidences. She must have stumbled onto something, and someone didn't want her to stop. It was like something out of a thriller novel.
Then there was whatever Pete had turned into. That might be something to explore another day.
Donal pulled into a parking lot of a chain coffee shop. Not her favorite, but she needed the caffeine to clear her head. The method of getting it into her body was secondary.
She ordered her coffee and the three of them settled at a table far from the window. A television murmured in the corner, but Jenna didn't really see anything.
“Jenna?" Donal said.
She shook herself. She hugged the mug in front of her trying to put on her clinical hat. She had to think logically about what the next step was for h
