8 NoraFive hours later, Nora found herself on another narrow sidewalk, this time in front of a red-awninged building with an attractive multicolored brick facade arching over a gleaming glass entry door. A row of six small green bushes filled a well-mulched planting area nestled next to a bike rack, as though customers cycled to the location.
The rack was empty and the smell of potatoes sizzling in deep fat saturated the air around her. Not likely that that patrons of this establishment were known for healthy cyclist lifestyles.
The French fry scent was so alluring, her stomach growled as if she’d skipped breakfast.
Her escort grinned at the sound, showing movie-star teeth. Their sparkling whiteness contrasted with the narrow black mustache on his upper lip and his olive skin. He wore a
