We noticed him lingering near the back of my car, and so I set my alarm and we walked quickly into the restaurant. He slipped in behind us, and we quickly headed to the counter.
After watching him pace in the corner we changed our minds and headed for the door.
You can say it’s intuition, but I think it’s the fact that we both have worked in banks. We know how to smell trouble.
As we drove by, the last customer in the café slipped out the front door, ladened with fresh bread. And we caught a glimpse through the windows.
He was rushing to the counter.
I pray he was only there for soup.