JACKSON

I check the time on the gold wristwatch wrapped around my wrist, my heart beating like I’d just finished a marathon. It’s exactly 12 noon. I wait in my car, my eyes sweeping the whole environment for any signal that might give away the texter. Anything odd. Out of the ordinary. My phone vibrates. It’s them.

“Come into the cafe. Walk slowly.”

As I walk towards the cafe, I see Mira with another man. It hasn’t been a minute since the incident and she’s already running ...