Layla shifted slightly on the stool, thinking. "Once or twice a week. Sometimes more. He doesn't always buy a lot, but he comes by often."
"Alone?"
"Most of the time," she said, then paused.
I caught that immediately. "Most of the time?"
Her fingers tapped lightly against the counter again. "Sometimes he brings someone."
"Who?"
"I don't know his name," she admitted quickly. "He never introduced him or anything."
"That's fine," I said. "Describe him."
She took a breath, trying to recall. "Taller than Jack. Lean… but not weak. Dark hair, kind of messy, like he doesn't care much about fixing it. His face was sharper than Jack's. More serious."
I nodded slowly. I could already picture the guy.
"And how do they act?" I asked. "Like business partners? Friends?"
Layla shook her head almost immediately. "No. Not like that."
"Then what?"
She hesitated again, then finally said it. "Closer."
I leaned in just a bit. "Closer how?"
