CHAPTER NINETY FIVE

Reynold sat down three seats away from the door and chose a direction that would give him a firsthand look at the person coming in. He wouldn't describe himself as a coffee person, but he trusted Brew Hut to be the perfect place to meet anyone without causing much attention. With the place predominantly visited by busy businessmen, crossword players, and newspaper readers, nobody really cared much about what anyone was doing. Not to say that the place was usually almost empty at that time of the day.

From where he was sitting, he could count five people. An old couple sat on the other side of the place. The wife solved crosswords, or maybe bingo, while the husband read the newspaper. A man dressed in a suit with a business suitcase was taking a sip from his coffee at the seat by the door. The waitress stood behind the counter with a plastered smile. Reynold wondered how people even do that—faking a smile for so long.

The door opened, and a lady with a blonde wig came in, dressed in a
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