The waitress greeted her and came from behind the bar, picking up a menu from the stack at the end of it as she approached.
“I’m Cassie,” she said. “Pick a table, any table, they’re all free.”
She chuckled and Lynn picked the booth closest to the door, sitting so she had a good view of the parking lot and the rest of the open space.
“Slow night, huh?” Lynn said as she accepted the menus.
“Yeah, even more than usual on a weekday night,” Cassie said. “What with the trouble up at Tall Oaks. Are you one of the investigators?”
Cassie had figured out who Lynn was. The rest of the patrons were still looking at her, quite obviously eavesdropping on the conversation. Lynn hadn’t dressed casually this morning. That was a mistake, maybe. But then again, she was no longer working undercover. So t
