We stop at a Middle Eastern café across the street from the flower shop, which I remember being a French-Chinese fusion restaurant in the other timeline. It has a small patio where we can sit outside and keep an eye on things. The waitress, an older woman with a dark bob, seats us at a round table on the patio and hands us menus. Behind us, a young couple sneaks pieces of kabob to their golden retriever. It’s so normal that it’s hard to believe there’s an entire organized crime operation only a few feet below us.
We’re in place, Adam messages to the others.
I just got to Griffith Observatory, Zahra sends back. There’s no one here yet.
All quiet over here too, Jeremy says from the cemetery.
The waitress sets down some water for us right as Zahra—the one from the other future—gets out of
