When the officer asked where they could find him, Joshua hesitated. “I’m usually by the old bookstore during the day,” he said. “Just off Hayes. I sit near the side window.” The woman, still shaken but standing steady now, stepped closer. “If I wanted to find you myself… just to thank you?” He nodded. “Same place.”
She gave a small smile, eyes lingering. “I will,” she said softly, before letting the officers guide her back to the car. Joshua watched the taillights disappear around the corner. Lucky brushed against his knee, and Joshua gave a small nod. “Come on, buddy. Back to our spot.”