CHAPTER FOUR
By taking the backroads and cutting across parking lots with her hood pulled tight around her face, Mia managed to make it to Coco Café at 10:35.
Pulling up the hood of her jacket, she went in and looked around.
No Shilah.
Sighing, she ordered a small coffee with the twenty dollars she’d gotten from Randi, and sat in a small booth in the corner, on the off chance she came back. After that run, she needed the rest.
A few moments later, she saw Shilah, lumbering across the parking lot, and her eyes lit up. Shilah was a big woman, shaped like a barrel, with close-cropped dark hair and a perpetual sly smile. The last time Mia had seen her, they were all dressed in the Correctional Facility’s fashionable orange uniform. Now, Shilah was wearing a giant T-shirt with the Nike sym
