The Coffee Shop Murder Clouds rolled and thunder crashed as the sky opened into a drenching downpour. People on the glistening streets scattered to escape the deluge. A man trotted across the pavement, holding a newspaper over his head and pushed through the door to a cozy coffee shop on the corner. He shook his trench coat and dropped the paper on a nearby table. The smell of freshly ground gourmet coffee beans wafted across the room, giving him a comfortable, homey feeling. He grabbed his sodden paper and plopped into a cushioned seat in the corner. A young waitress, probably in her early twenties, bustled up to him with pad and pen in hand.