The café was about half full. There were a few of the old gang that never really swung with Alex and his collection of idiots, but most were newer kids. I wondered how many of them would end up like Blaze.
As Mongo was pouring up our coffee I leaned over and rested my elbows on the bar.
"Mongo, do you know where Alex and the rest of them relocated to?"
He nodded as he continued making our drinks.
"Yeah. The Java Jungle, in Inglewood. On Market Street."
My next move was to do a little surveillance of the competition...
Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Surveille-away, Jake, it's calling you back.