Chapter FiftyTwo

Chapter FiftyTwo

Michael’s Point of View

Leaving the apartment I had been renting, I took the short and familiar walk down to the cafe on the corner. I liked St Cloud so much, I just decided to stay here for a little longer and renting motel rooms was not only NOT cost-effective, but did not have as much privacy as I wanted so.. Renting seemed like a good idea. It was only a short term lease, but for now, it was perfect.

Every morning, I went down to the cafe for a coffee and breakfast. It was my little routine and I enjoyed it.

I ordered my usual and went to take a seat at the table to wait. Since I came in here every morning, the staff knew me now. I just sat, scrolling through my phone. Another little daily ritual thing I did was google if there were any new news articles about missing women or body discoveries around the town or even state. I like to be on top of things, but so far, nothing.

Good.

‘Here you go, Mr Smith’. Becky, one of the employees who wasn’t so subtle about