Mocha’s sat on the edge of the city of Tempe. Slender palm trees towered overhead, blocking a few warm rays of the Arizona sun. Soon after opening, Mocha’s became a haven for college students, morning commuters, and night owls looking for free internet and a good cup...

Bogren moved through the trash-filled alley with purpose, ignoring the men who slumbered among the cardboard boxes, and who, like the boxes, had long been forgotten. Two beings of light stood near a middle-aged man whose shoulder-length silver hair hung over his eyes....