Chapter 6
“He’s here?” Winter, one of Dane’s competent baristas, blinked at Sean in confusion. “No one’s seen him all day.”
Sean sighed and pulled out his phone. Dane hadn’t been answering texts and it was getting late. Winter didn’t look too concerned—Dane was in and out of Crypt Coffee at all hours normally, and she was a chill individual as far as Sean had noticed. She’d been in one of his classes about a year ago, a goth transgender woman who worked hard and loved monsters. Still, she didn’t know what Dane’s job really was, so the Decrypter wouldn’t have told her had he ducked out to go buy some silver-coated bullets or whatever other screwed up thing he might be doing at nine in the evening.
“You bring him dinner?” asked Winter, noticing the bag Sean was carrying.
His stomach grow
