Epilogue
Three weeks later
Fred sat across from Raymond in the café in Nortown, sipping on his coffee. Jason, one of the guys working in the café, had tried talking him into a cinnamon roll, but he’d gone with the cheesecake, wanting to remember the last time he’d sat here.
The sun was shining, but it wasn’t as hot as it had been during his trip to Manheim. And while he still believed Nortown was one of the best places in the world, there was no place he’d rather be than at home in Waterside Cross.
Raymond had mostly grunted since he got back on duty, but Fred didn’t care. He could grunt all he wanted. What was eight hours of grunting when he got to go home to Zen when his shift was over?
Justin and Stella—a cute little girl with the same wild, dark hair as her father—had arrived and
