Once more we find shadows to wait and watch. “How long do you think she’ll be?” murmurs Michael.
“Assuming it’s an eight-hour shift…. could be hours, and that’s assuming it’s eight hours…”
“Let’s find somewhere better than this to wait then.”
A bar across the street looks equally unappealing, but at least we can see the front of the cafe. Feeling like a couple of prowlers we wait, buying ourselves the right to a seat with a drink, sipping at shandy and making each one last an hour or more.
Charlotte is visible through the window of the cafe and every so often she looks out, scanning the street.
What if she leaves another way? By another exit?
I set down my drink. “Stay here. Keep watch. I’m going to check if there’s a back entrance.”
Following a side-alley to the back, I step over
