Movement caught my eye, and I sat up a little straighter in the nondescript, black minivan that smelled like cat piss from the previous owner. The garage door slowly opened and the silver vehicle backed out onto the street. Lady Luck was on my side as the vehicle turned in my direction. I held the little remote in my hand for the camera set up in the back seat area, but as the vehicle drove past, I slumped back into my seat and put a line through the name.

The man I was looking for was around my age. The silver-haired businessman that drove past was way too old to be the guy. Based on this list and the general information, he didn’t have a son either.

My stomach growled, and I decided I’d eat and then continue my search. Eating was never that high on my priority list unless my body reminded me that it was required or I needed to for my cover. Besides, it was never wise to hunt on an empty stomach. It made me hangry, and hangry led to carelessness. Zipping around the corner, I pulled into the mostly empty parking lot and hopped out.

As soon as my foot touched the pavement, I put my mask in place, the one that everyone fell for, the one I’d learned to show the world. It was the one that proved most people were stupid.

“Welcome. Have you been here before?” The new upbeat woman behind the little wooden stand asked as I stepped through the doors.

I smiled wide and made sure that it reached my eyes. Abel was far better at this, but I’d practiced enough to get by. “Yes, many times. How are Lenny and Alice doing?”

“You must be a regular. That’s what I like to hear. Follow me. I will show you to your seat. Do you have a preference for a booth or table,” she said as she pulled out a menu.

My eyes slid over her features and listed them off in my head.

Hair: reddish brown, shoulder length with a touch of curl.

Complexion: fair with a dash of freckles.

Height: around five feet.

Eyes: green.

But her eyes were not an unusual color of green. They were a cross between green and hazel. I had many of those already.

“Booth, please, and I’d love a corner looking out the window,” I smiled wider and gave her a wink.

“I know just the one,” the woman said as she walked away, expecting me to follow.

The coconut scent of her generic brand of cheap shampoo made my nose hairs curl as I stepped into stride behind her. If I’d been hunting, she already would have heard her death bell ringing in her ears as she screamed my name. “Lenny and Alice are great. They just got back from Cuba.”