Carl waited at the cafe alone for about 20 minutes. Nervous.

He had a lot to tell his supervisor. He had researched at the 

Westcity

public 

library

all weekend. Old newspapers. And now he had a thesis. But then ten minutes past. His coffee cup was empty. He wanted another, but his supervisor could appear at any moment now. Ten minutes past the meeting time... so that meant he'd arrive any moment now. But then five minutes past. And then another five.

Carl wondered why his supervisor wanted to meet at a 

cafe

rather than the station.

"One of the only good things about this job is that we get to act like civies." he had responded. civies as in civillians. His supervisor didn't like to be seen as a detective. He wanted to blend in. Like a regular guy who might be a little too curious.

Carl's senior was never late without good reason. So he knew that when his supervisor arrived, that there would be a long story from the other end. Carl's theory would have to wait. He knew this, and yet he was still excited. About what? His own theory or the theory he knew his supervisor had coming? Maybe both. He looked at the time. 21 minutes past now.

There was time for him to grab that next cup of 

coffee

. Who knew when his supervisor would be arriving?