She looked toward the end of the block where Daisy would come from if she’d left from the coffeehouse.
The sidewalk was still empty.
More minutes ticked by.
Six eleven.
Still no Daisy.
The cold worked its way through Kori’s jacket now. She stood and began to pace, desperate to keep her blood moving.
Six seventeen.
Daisy wasn’t going to show, was she?
What if that was because something had happened to her?
Before Kori could second-guess herself, she pulled out her phone and found the number for the coffeehouse. She called, and a woman answered.
Daisy had left forty minutes ago.
That means she’d had plenty of time to get here.
Kori contemplated her next choice for a few more seconds.
Then she realized she needed to call Wyatt and tell him what had happened.
