Chapter 3
Lexi
She relaxed her shoulders and sat in a chair outside in the open-air cafe. Thank god he was coming. She was tired of fending for herself in the city, always watching her pack and making sure she was out of danger. She was fine in her own town, but this place was rougher than she thought.
Her watch read 7:07. Her stomach churned. Is he coming or did he change his mind?
Haitians plundered through the street, catching dinner, buying groceries. But no James. He would stand out, his white skin and blond hair would surely illuminate in the darkness.
A handful of people sat inside the cafe—a few foreigners, possibly even Americans. They took sips of their drinks and indulged in the Haitian fare.
Her own table was bare. The waiter stood directly in front of her, blocking the v
