CHAPTER FIVE
In the late afternoon, David Hunter sat at his desk, sipping his fifth cup of coffee for the day and thinking about what the hell Mia North had gotten him into.
He thought about her often, but even more so, now. For the past few months, he’d had no idea where she was, most of the time. But if she’d been to the auto body shop lately, then he knew exactly where she was, right now.
The Coco Café, with a woman named Shilah Summerhill. Above all, Mia always had a desire to help. So if Shilah’s story was right and they’d been close while in prison, then Mia would be there.
He hadn’t thought much of the woman when she arrived at his office, a few days ago. Large, sloppy, oily-faced and missing a front eye-tooth, she’d more than let herself go. She’d filled his small office with t
