Seth slumped in the subway seat and shielded his face with
a newspaper. Of all the luck. He was on his way to a meet with his
handler and he didn’t want to be recognized. With care he moved the tabloid to
study Tira. Panic showed in her expression. Perspiration dotted her forehead.
Her tee shirt bore dirty smudges. She snatched a piece of paper from the seat
beside her and seemed to study the words. As the car slid into the third stop
she jumped to her feet and followed the crowd.
Another bit of bad luck. His stop, too. Just before
the doors started to close he jumped out and headed up the stairs. When he
reached the surface he searched and saw her running across the street. She
entered the coffee shop. Strike three. That was the site of his meet.
Damn. Not a good idea to go inside. He would be
late but late was better than made. Not that he didn’t trust Tira, but Ramos
wanted her and the drug dealer had ways of making people talk. Tira’s sister
had been a user and seller. Luci had angered Ramos by not paying what she owed
and stealing drugs.
Seth slipped into a dark doorway and waited. Five
minutes. Ten. At the fifteen minute mark Tira exited and stopped to use her
phone. Moments later she dropped something on the sidewalk and hurried away.
Seth dashed forward and picked up the paper and read.
Life got you down? Have unsolved
problems?
Looking for
an escape? The answer is in your stars.
A counselor
is available night and day.
Dial 1- 800-
555- ASTR
He read the paragraph again. Truth or scam? Had
this piece of paper lured Tira into danger? Should he follow her? He frowned
and peered down the street. She had vanished. When he’d warned her not to go
home, he’d done more than he should have. But he liked her and knew she’d done
nothing wrong. Her sister’s murder had put Tira in danger. The cops would have
questioned and released her. Then Ramon would have stepped in. Seth hoped she
had a safe place to hide. Holding this thought close he tucked the flyer in his
pocket and entered the coffee shop.
As he slipped into the rear booth his handler glared.
“You’re late.
“Better late than identified.”
Bob Tolena rubbed his hand over his receding hairline.
“What?”
“The girl who just left the shop was Luci Gray’s sister.”
“And you let her get away?”
Seth shrugged. He grabbed the cup of coffee and drained
the bitter brew hoping a caffeine jolt would unclog his head. If he didn’t get
some rest soon he would make a fatal mistake.
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