I walked into Charli Greene's cafe, staring around for that Hanson boy. I'd heard he'd been there that morning, and even though I didn't believe for a second that he'd killed Mollie, Joshua's wife - something that I would never admit - I did not like the kid. He had an attitude that bothered me, set me off. When I saw that he must have left, I strode up to the counter and ordered a coffee - black, no creamer, no milk or sugar, nothing. Just black. That's how I like my coffee.
"Mr. Jamison, how are you doing?" Charli asked.
I had to smile. She was just such a nice girl. "Oh, I'm fine, Charli, thank you. And how are you?"
"I'm doing very well, thank you, Mr. Jamison."
"You don't have to call me that, you know. I don't mind Edward, or Ed."
"Okay, here you go, Ed, one black coffee."
"Thank you, Charli."
"You're welcome." I sat down with my coffee, sipping at it, and shortly thereafter, the Mayor, Stanley Weilert, came and sat at my table.
"Stan," I said by way of greeting.
"Hello, Ed. Hope you don't mind me sitting here with you."
"Oh, no," I said, "You, Stan, you can sit with me whenever you want. We're old friends. No need to be strangers."
"Alright," he said.
We sat there for a while, catching up and drinking our coffee, when I realized it was time for me to head back home and take care of some household chores.