Brown

literarystarbucks:

Dan Brown goes up to the counter and orders a caffé latte. The barista hands him his drink with a word scribbled on it – his name? A clue? A key? The word kind of looks like a work of art he saw once. There’s no way it’s a coincidence. This is his duty. This coffee is his challenge. The barista is dead, surrounded by a circle of burning cups.