Wesley waited patiently in the shadows of the alley. This was his stakeout and he was finally going to nab his target. She came here every day, at this exact time, for a café latte.

He glanced at his watch. Okay… she came here at about this time for a café latte. Today she was late.

“I’m not late. I’m just not where you expected me,” whispered a low voice in his ear. Wes tried to turn around but found a wand poking him in the back. “No sudden moves, Mr. MLE.”

One way or another, he’d found his match.