Corner of Baker and Orchard Streets December 10
Zadie’s arms were folded loosely across her chest, the red peacoat she wore a little too small for her, then. Her hair was caught under the collar in the back.
Sunflowers. 2pm.
What could that have meant?
There was only one place in town that even had sunflowers at that time of year: Greengardens. Leaning against the brick wall of the building opposite, Zadie scanned across the intersection, her light green eyes fixing on Greengardens -- and The Bakehouse. Valko Rathmore was up to something.
The breeze caught, rustling her hair, and she reached a hand up to brush it out of her eyes when she stopped. The sun had gone away. No, not the sun. Just someone standing, blocking her line of sight.
1:52pm.
Zadie tapped them on the shoulder. “Can you move?”
