CHAPTER TWENTY
When Ellington parked the car in the parking lot of the Waffle House Peterson had asked them to meet him at, the place was pretty quiet. It was nearing 10 o’clock and the place was pretty dead. Before they got out of the car, Ellington placed a hand on her shoulder, indicated that he wanted her to wait.
“There’s something I should tell you before we go in there,” he said.
“What’s that?”
“I don’t know how you remember this Peterson guy, but something has happened to him since that last time you saw him. The dude seemed a little off to me but I figured it was just some eccentric detective bullshit. But then I heard a few things from the agents who have worked with him. They say he’s just gone sort of dark. Not in a loose cannon sort of way, but in an almost gothic sense. H
