Randy saw his destination approaching and made a bolt for the front entrance. Running inside, he slid sideways into the first empty booth and watched through the window. He knew he would recognize the face of the one following him, and he waited.
"Coffee for you?" the waitress asked, startling Randy enough that his attention was drawn away from the window. He nodded, and when his gaze returned to the passersby, he saw the back of the head of the woman who'd stepped in unison a few short strides behind him.
He watched her cross the street and disappear into the night..
Remembering the handbag, Randy set it down beside him, and without thinking opened it up and began rooting through like the homeless scrounging through a McDonald's dumpster after midnight.
What shocked him wasn't how much was in the purse. Rather, it was the what that alarmed him.
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