I looked at the blue mug on the windowsill.
“Because he wants to,” I said.
He came in March.
Not because he wanted to.
Because he found out.
Renee’s realtor told her.
They’d been house hunting again. In Arcadia. Still looking for something like Willow Creek Lane. The realtor mentioned it. Casually. Over coffee.
Oh, that craftsman on Willow Creek? The one you lost to Desert Flip? They flipped it in a week. Sold it to some trust. Second Cup Holdings. Never even touched it. The new owner restored it instead. Kept the porch. Kept the pecan tree. Planted roses. It’s gorgeous now.
Renee told Daniel.
Daniel looked it up.
The county assessor’s website. Public records.
Owner: Second Cup Holdings, LLC.
Registered agent: Lorraine Vega, Attorney at Law.
He didn’t recognize the name.
Second Cup.
He’d read it every Saturday morning for twelve years.
