Skater leaned back in the booth and gazed over the lunch crowd gathered at the Purple Haze. Somewhere beyond the restaurant’s walls, he knew the Seattle sprawl continued on as it did every day. Inside, though, he felt like his world had just tilted on its axis. He glanced at Duran seated across from him and let out a tense breath. Then he looked back at the woman. The waitress placed steaming bowls of chili on the table.