Naomi's POV

The address was not not somewhere popular, it was just a coffee shop on the corner of Locke and 72nd, Brick front, a Painted door and a faded chalkboard sign that read: Open minds, open mugs.

It could've been any café in the city but I don't know why it was here.

But the air was different, it was tense.

Raymond parked across the street and cut the engine. "Sure you want to do this?"

"No," I said. "But I need to."

He reached over and squeezed my hand, "I'll be ...