CHAPTER 8
I SPENT AN hour that evening taping Reggie’s posters to bus stops, phone booths, and lamp posts, and by the time I got home, I was exhausted from the walking and a long day at work. My fingers itched to dial for a pizza, but I resisted the urge and rummaged through the fridge until I remembered I hadn’t ordered any groceries this week. Thank goodness Yo Sushi delivered.
And quickly too. The entry phone buzzed half an hour later and the grinning delivery guy waved at the camera. A minute later, knuckles rapped on my door, and I opened it to find…
“Dane? What do you want?”
He held up my bag of sushi. “The delivery driver was in a hurry, so I offered to help him out. Looks like you’ve ordered enough for two. Expecting a guest?” He stood on tiptoes and peered past me.
“No, I’m n
