I have a coffee in one hand and the biggest sunglasses I own in the other. I am ready. Stepping out of the June Bug Café across the street from The Fox’s Den, I slip on my shades and snag an outside table with a view to the restaurant. I pretend to scroll on my phone while really tracking every person that comes and goes. It’s just before they open for lunch, so I assume most of these people are workers. I notice a lot of the women have dark hair. I don’t know if this is important or just a coincidence, but I write it down anyway.
