CHAPTER TWENTY
The diner was a small, unusual place on the corner of Columbus Avenue. The white exterior was paneled in glass and surrounded by larger brownstones.
Avery sat in a booth and stared out the window.
Drunken college students sat in a booth behind her. One of them had ordered a hamburger with beans, bacon, eggs, and he devoured it while two of his friends appeared ready to puke from the massive inhalation of food.
A dark, cloudy night sky was visible through the window. A quick flash of light appeared, then the rumble of thunder.
“Hey,” someone said.
Jack stood overhead with a guarded smile on his face. Just as handsome as always, Avery thought. He had shaggy brown hair cut short in the back. He had piercing eyes and stubble on his face. A brown leather jacket was open ove
