* * * * * *
Waxine expanded the portal. “Look,” she said, eyeing Wicus while tilting her head sideways, the flames over her invisible candles crackling with her excitement. “See who’s in the drive-thru.”
Wicus nodded, giving a small smile as he examined the scene.
On the exterior of the building, the owner of the red BMW reached the open window and was picking up his order. The face was very familiar. It belonged to none other than Charlie Anderson. Fatigue was clear on his expression. His hazel eyes looking expectantly at the proffered cup as though the coffee held salvation.
Wicus frowned before biting his lip, the nightmares were still taking a toll on the secondary.
Charlie paid the cashier and drove off.