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Back in Brooklyn, David and Vanessa had met up with Ryder in a coffee shop near Mike’s apartment. It was 9 by the clock and most of the customers had left. Though the shop was almost empty, the waitress was still around. “Can I get you something?” she asked, walking up to their table. “A triple espresso for me, a caramel cappuccino for Mr. David and a Latte for Ms. Chase,” Ryder politely replied. David was surprised once again that Ryder knew about his preference even though he had never mentioned it. He could tell from the way Ryder was tapping on the table that he was deeply troubled by his thoughts. Yet, he tried to look calm and composed. “Why did you want to meet us in a coffee shop?” David enquired. “They are going to close anytime now. If I went to Ms. Chase’s house, the demons