Ahead of Time
“Well, this is a bust”, Vincent lamented quietly. He'd gone through 2 cups of tea while waiting for any sign of who might own the briefcase by his feet; and so far nobody had caught his eye. He whipped out the small, black-leather bound Moleskine notebook and re-read the passage. Concordia street, check. Small business Cafe, check. This was definitely the place the text referred to. The book claims they should have been here an hour ago but nothing had struck him as odd about any patrons of the cafe.