He stared down at them for a while, then out of habit he cut them into small squares and swiped some butter across the grids and watched it melt. He tried pouring maple syrup over them but that did nothing to rouse his hunger either. He pushed the plate away and took a sip of the black coffee and sat back in the booth and looked out the window at the wreckage of the burger restaurant. Sitting across from him, Cruz was on the phone, her second call since they’d been seated. Speaking softly, a hand cupped over her mouth as she told someone to expect them by early afternoon. When she finished, she set the phone beside her plate of pancakes and said, “That was our contact in Pine Haven. Name’s Webb Dobbins. It’s his farm Flynn’s group was targeting.” Thorn watched her cut up her short stack and spear a chunk and tuck it quickly into her mouth, then repeat the process. She wasn’t having any trouble with her appetite. “What really happened to Tina?” “Just what I told Sugarman.”
