Blind Luck
cw: corrupt institution, alcohol
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Hanging out at the coffee shop, hoping she just so happened to see someone who looked like they quite literally knew everything, was probably the dumbest plan Sarah had ever decided to stick to.
But what other option did she have? Even Hugo hadn't been able to dig up more info, and she didn't have another hopeful lead. So she'd printed out the forum post Hugo had come across, murder request and all, ordered a coffee, and hunched in a corner, ears sharpened.
It was her fourth morning on this wild goose chase. If you could even call it a chase. Wild goose stakeout?
The first day she'd wasted nearly six hours listening to customers order their lattes. After that, she decided to limit herself to an hour a day, at random times. There was no indication how often the enigma known as Big Brother visited this shop, or when, so it really was just left up to blind luck.
But sometimes, blind luck was all you needed.
Today's random time was five in the morning, right when the place opened, and even a double shot of espresso couldn't fix how badly Sarah wished she'd stayed in bed.
It's important, she reminded herself. It's our best chance.
She could take a nap later.
She was zoning out, doodling on a napkin and listening to the background noise when she heard it.
“Black coffee for Bas?”
Bas. Sarah sat up straight, a sudden and unwelcome flush of anxiety coursing through her.
Fuck. This was it. She looked up just in time to see a man turn away from the counter, coffee in hand. He was a lanky guy, maybe in his late thirties, with flecks of gray in his brown hair and reading glasses clipped into his practical button-up shirt.
He definitely didn't look like a Neath criminal, much less the kind of guy who'd have a hit out on him. He looked like a college professor for something nerdy and slightly boring, like Greek literature or the history of pottery.
But if this was her chance, she wasn't gonna let it slip away.