Chapter Twenty-One
Ric looked across the smooth wooden table at Lisa. The diner was crowded, and they were lucky enough to score the last available booth. A limp daisy swam in a nicked mug next to a pair of salt and pepper shakers. Advertisements for local businesses trumpeted their goods and services on the paper placemats. Ric watched Lisa peruse the dog-eared menu. She chewed her lower lip in concentration. Or was it nervousness? He needed to go easy on her. If he upset her, she might not tell him what he needed to know.
The waitress arrived and delivered two glasses of water. She was young, perhaps nineteen or twenty years of age. Tendrils of brown hair escaped her ponytail and framed her lightly freckled face. She walked with confidence, giving her baby-blue uniform a regal appearan
