Slade
They’d found nothing at all over the past few days. Vance had gotten coffee from Zara every day, sometimes twice a day. Although he’d gotten nowhere with his flirting, the girl just looked at him, and still shook her head, stated no to giving out her phone number.
He’d come back annoyed this afternoon. It could be seen, in the way he placed the coffee tray and food he’d ordered for them for dinner, on the table. It was supposed to snow heavily overnight, and so he’d brought them all dinner from the Java Hut, and actually bought quite a bit of food from there to feed them all.
It had only been he and Vance in there at this point, but that man had just bought enough food to feed a large family. Two mains for each of them and dessert along with the coffee.
The three of them had snor
