‘What the fuck?’

Beckett's string of curses continued as he realized that Alfred was the one in front of him now. At first, he was in denial, thinking that maybe he was just seeing things, but no.

The great Alfred Allamino, known by everyone as a hard-working and innocent guy, was in his coffee shop, and he was his potential client, for fuck’s sake.

"I know that you know me already, so I don't need to introduce myself," Alfred said before grinning.

He looked around, his grin widening as he scrutinized the employees one by one. "I expected the meeting place to be eerie and dark like an abandoned room....