“No thanks. We’ll take five medium hot regulars.” “Will that complete your order?” “Yes.” “Your total comes to $10.30. Please drive up.” “You’re going to need more than coffee this morning. Maybe you should’ve asked for a turbo shot,” Corinne suggests as she drives around to the window. “If they’re adding shots it had better be alcoholic,” I reply. Not to be dramatic or belittle other events, but yesterday had been one of the worst days of my life, and I’ve got a lot of comparisons. I need a freaking break. I sip my coffee in silence as we speed through the tunnel towards Logan Airport, imagining what I’ll say to Drew when he walks off that plane. Despite running through the events repeatedly, I’m not sure where to start. We had agreed during our brief conversation late last night that we wanted to talk face to face. Though Corinne had relayed his messages and had given me updates from Everett, I need to hear it from Drew when I could look in his eyes. I’d already come to the conclusion that whatever occurred was the result of foul play, and the call Corinne received an hour ago further confirmed that there was indeed wrongdoing. Not that my doubts lasted very long, but I’m kicking myself for being skeptical of Drew at all. We can’t seem to escape the impending threat that we’re both continually faced with, and it’s getting closer every day. If only we knew who was after us, and what they wanted.
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