She didn’t know the name Frank Tuttle, not that Rafe wouldn’t hire someone outside his soldiers to find her. He had connections everywhere and most people would love to do him a favor and have him owe a debt. But still, Tuttle didn’t feel like Rafe. He gave off vibes, but not dangerous vibes. Creepy maybe. Definitely the kind of vibe she wanted to steer clear of, but not a Rafe vibe. Still.

She made the next five drinks, one right after another, without looking up. She didn’t want to let Frank Tuttle know she was on to him, but she watched him walk to the chair directly opposite the counter and sink into it, pushing the newspapers aside. Once he was settled, he pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it. Yeah. He was watching her.

Hours passed fast because they were busy. The theater got out and customers poured in. Ridley was late. Tuttle didn’t leave. She didn’t want to walk home alone with Tuttle around, nor did she want to walk home by herself. She couldn’t stop her gaze from straying to the door every few minutes, but he didn’t come. For two weeks he’d followed her home every night. Two more weeks he’d walked her home every night. Now, the one night some creep was stalking her, he didn’t show.

The bar crowd came in. David and she raked in the money and the tip jar overflowed. Serious cash this time. She was happy to see that. She had been saving half her tips to pay back the cash she’d stolen from Rafe’s safe. Of course she couldn’t just walk up to him and give it to him, but she wanted to have it just in case he found her. Tonight’s take would definitely help her cause.

Tuttle got up and left when David shouted the ten minutes to closing and last call for coffee. Four customers came up to the counter. She made them drinks and watched as David escorted them to the door. He closed and locked it so they could clean and count up the night’s take.

Catarina kept an eye on the door. Ridley didn’t show, but she was certain Tuttle was out there. “David. That Tuttle person creeped me out. He stayed hours, but didn’t talk to anyone and only drank two coffees. He wasn’t reading books or listening to the poetry either. He left when you announced closing time, but that doesn’t mean he’s gone.”

“You want me to walk you home?” David asked immediately.