On the same wide avenue it shared with the Freiburg, sat the white and green-painted southern colonial-styled eatery called Fella"s Family Restaurant. With its big green tile roof and green fake shutters bracketing all the windows, along with shrubbery and small trees surrounding the building, the place looked new and inviting. It was a popular restaurant. The parking lot behind the building was littered with a smattering of cars and boxy SUVs and mini-vans.
When he arrived a half hour earlier, he parked the Caddy directly in the middle of a big bay window that looked out into the parking lot. As he walked into the restaurant he casually looked over the cars sitting around him and instantly spotted the big Mercedes sitting only two rows over from his parking spot. Four dark bodies sat in
