Avenger's Angel: A Novel Of The Lost Angels - Plot & Excerpts
It took Eleanore a full twenty minutes to get from Frankford to a block from the Starbucks on the corner of University and Eighty-second Street. That was virtually unheard of in a town the size of hers. Luckily, she had been up early, dreams of Daniels once more rousing her from sleep. So it hadn’t been as difficult as it normally was to shower, get dressed, and hop in the car for a coffee run before opening the store. That last block before Eleanore was finally able to pull into the lot and join the masses of SUVs and pickup trucks waiting in the drive-through was as slow as Christmas. The light took forever to change; it took so long she actually thought it was broken. The drivers were being rude, not allowing anyone to make left turns. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, and its harsh rays were blinding people who were already squinting from lack of sleep. It was one of those mornings. As Eleanore let her MINI Cooper idle in the long line, she rolled up her windows and pressed a few buttons on the CD player.
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