"Really? What a coincidence. I just got back too." There was a smile in his voice. "Maybe we could meet later at the range today, if you do not mind? I feel like I have not seen a friendly face in ages."
She smiled a little. "Yeah. I would like that. Seven?"
"Seven it is."
After hanging up, Lydia lay there for another long moment. She should shower, change into fresh clothes, maybe even make an effort with her appearance. Instead, she found herself reaching into her pocket, fingers closing around the small velvet pouch the barista had given her.
"Open it when you are alone," she had said. "And keep it close."
Well, she was alone now. Lydia loosened the drawstring and tipped the contents into her palm. A small pendant fell out. It was a silver crescent moon, like the one on
