"Iceland Café. We need to talk."

　　The message was signed—Bethany.

　　I had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to discuss. There was no reason for me to avoid it.

　　The café she mentioned was right across from the beauty center.

　　As soon as I stepped inside, I scanned the room.

　　Bethany, sitting in the corner, lifted a hand and waved at me.

　　The café was dimly lit and cozy, yet she was wearing oversized sunglasses, ...