Chapter seventeen

Jeremy sat by the booth closest to the entrance, his feet tapping impatiently. He was wearing a hoodie and a face cap that concealed his hair and a pair of dark sunglasses which hid his eyes.

It had been half an hour since he'd called the lawyer to meet him at the cafe and he wasn't showing up. Jeremy was almost frustrated, he knew how risky what he was doing was. He knew all it took was one wrong person to see him lingering around the Sinclair cafe and his entire plan would be ruined.

As he sat, slightly shifting on his seat uncomfortably, he heard the jungle of the doorbell and turned to see Joseph walk into the store.

The man looked like a mouse who was caught on the kitchen wall with a can of baked beans. He was skittish, his neck was wet with uncleaned sweat and his shirt was half-soaked too.

"I'm here." He said after watching the man turn about the cafe helplessly for seconds. He jumped and then nodded at him before heading to the table with a file in hand.

As they sat, Jer