Chapter 8Three days later, Charles came out from the small room in the back of the candy shop where Hubert had a coffee maker, a microwave, and a small table with two chairs, when Hubert pushed him back behind the door. At first, Charles didn’t understand what the hell he was doing, then, when Hubert held up a finger to his lips, Charles relaxed.
Hubert let go of him and went to the counter. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, eh…Charlie…”
Charles held his breath. It was Connor speaking.
“Charlie who?”
“Charlie…erm…Bowen—”
“Charles Bowman?”
Charles didn’t need to see Hubert to know he was glaring at Connor.
“Oh, yeah, in the sandwich shop.”
“I know Charles. Too bad you lost him his job.”
Charles wished he could see Connor’s expression.
“Have you seen him?”
“He doesn’t work there anymore.
