It was called the Green Clover Truck Plaza, just on the other side of Fern"s Trucking, and it"s one of the biggest such establishments in the state. It"s a complex. It has a cheap, though clean motel, and a large all-night restaurant. Eight or ten cement islands, with four gas pumps on each island, are in use every hour of the day. Traffic coming into and out of this place is always heavy, and the restaurant is always full and working as fast as cooks can slap down burgers and fried chicken.
Frank parked in front of the restaurant, close to the main entrance, and took his time entering the building. He came through the door and walked past a couple of people standing in front of a pair of video games before he saw the flash of red hair and a large figure on the far end of the busy restaur
