Darren Mitchell was having breakfast at his favorite restaurant, the Route 25A Diner. It was located in Ocean View at the end of Gold Street. It was a family-owned place with a ‘50s vibe to it. The food was delicious and served family style and was popular with the locals. It was before the summer season kicked off on Long Island so it was mostly empty. Detective McGraw walked in and sat down next to him. Mitchell said sarcastically, “Have a seat.”
McGraw responded, “Nice of you to invite me.”
Mitchell replied, “I got a text from that guy you gave my number to about joining some f*****g club.”
“Yeah, Zachariah. Are you going to join?”
“It’s $30,000 every time we meet. It’s a little steep, don’t you think?”
McGraw replied, “From what I hear, it’s worth every dime.”
“So why don’t you j
