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Chapter 4: Interlude with Dillon Jason waits a minute before he follows the kid out of the office. He decides to check his text messages on his phone. Zero. Gillian’s life isn’t falling apart…yet. Good for her. He’s glad she has it together at the moment. He snags his coat off a hook, slips into it. Before he realizes, he stands on Third Street and feels snow kiss his eyelids, cheeks, and forehead. Crosses the street and enters the coffee shop. High tables with no chairs line the walls of the coffee house. The faux wooden floor looks like cherry. The Brew’s busy, Jason notes. Always busy. He’s never seen it empty of patrons. A million-dollar making establishment, no doubt. Young businesspeople huddle together and discuss their jobs, politics, movies, books, religion, lovers, liars, vaca