Morningstar Manor

As he was here anyway, Urquhart was going to have coffee and breakfast in the Mocha, idly watch people and maybe meet one or two, before bumbling off back to Vine Square and his usual business. He had something he wanted to try with the Harley. And then, maybe, he could try whether his neighbour the prospective chocolate-shop owner was finally panicking as he ought to be...

But for now, he was in the queue, contemplating what food to have with his coffee, and what newspaper or magazine to pick up from those that were lying around.

This place had the busy feeling of an important and trusted place. A terrorist would love it. But Urquhart worked very differently.-