CHAPTER TWENTY
“Okay, Deputy, I suppose now is as good of a time as any to try that steak you mentioned,” Nash said and headed back to his car. “Why don’t you lead the way?”
Nash followed Jordan’s car along Main Street. She was still in two minds to keep driving and head home. But instead, she made for Dan’s Diner.
Jordan was starving, the last time she had eaten was lunchtime, which had been a quick cheese and ham sandwich, and the thought of Dan’s famous steak made her mouth water.
Jordan and Nash parked either side of Sam Trent’s truck. They shut off their vehicle motors before climbing out almost simultaneously, as if the whole thing had been choreographed.
Nash stared up at the bright interior. On the Diner’s flat roof was a large sign declaring the diner’s name in glowing red an
