Blind Spots

Declan

The morning sun beat down as Arthur pulled up to Café Monet.

"I'll call when I'm done." I straightened my tie and stepped onto the sidewalk.

The hostess practically tripped over herself, leading me to Zane's table. He sat in the corner booth, already nursing what looked like his second espresso.

"You're late." Zane didn't look up from his phone.

"Traffic." I slid into the leather booth acro