
Saint Jude's Coffee opens at seven. By eight, nobody's leaving. Every Tuesday and Friday at 8:20, a white bakery box tied with string leaves Saint Jude's in a uniformed cop's hands. It has never once held pastry. This Tuesday, four regulars have come for it. A father with...


Four people walk into Saint Jude's Coffee on a Tuesday morning. None of them are there for the coffee. One carries a revolver wrapped in silk and a debt she didn't sign up for. One has a folded note from nine years ago and a gun he's loaded and unloaded twice...