Chapter 4Steve had been up and moving for twenty minutes when his phone rang at ten-to-nine Wednesday morning. It was Jace, telling him he was outside the room. Erring on the side of caution, Steve peered through the peephole in the door, saw him, and went through the steps to open the door to let him in.
“You look like you need another ten hours sleep,” Steve commented.
“I’d settle for two more. I didn’t get to bed until after three, but at least it was worth it. I found out who our Mr. Loman is.”
“Great! Who?”
“I’ll tell you at breakfast. I need food and a ton of coffee.”
Steve chuckled. “I bet you do. There’s a place not too far from the shop that’s decent, if you want to try it.”
“Sounds good.”
They got there ten minutes later, stood in line for another five—which Steve said was
