Chapter Six
“We close at four in the morning,” the man said, “since the city changed the law about the 2 a.m. close time. That work for you?”
Not really, Stacey thought as she stared at the man. But beggars can’t be choosers. She had been hoping to find a place that closed by midnight. That would give her enough time to get home and catch some sleep before she could hopefully work a day job. Closing at 4 a.m. would put a fly in that ointment. But Stacey didn’t have any job yet.
“Yes, that’s fine.”
The man nodded and wrote something down. Stacey cast a wary eye around the place. It was a rundown diner with a bar shoved in one corner. It was in a bad part of town. Even the man in front of her, who hadn’t bothered to tell Stacey his name, smelled of cigarettes and whiskey and it was only
