The young woman filled out the card without hesitation. Name, address, phone. You’d be surprised how much information people are willing to give. Their whole life story for a free espresso.
And that’s why the plan worked. When their house got ransacked months later, no one ever thought of the guy in the department store demoing high-end coffee machines.
But Randolph was tired of being the middleman. Sure he got a cut, but not enough. He was the mastermind. The one that devised the plan, put it in motion.
He wanted more.
And he was going to start with her.
The Weekday One Hundred 