Chapter 11I got up bright and early Thursday morning. After a fast shower, I dressed for the day in jeans and a sweatshirt in deference to the late September weather. I made coffee because I needed the boost and filled all Laird’s bowls. When he finished eating I spent a few minutes with him, letting him know he was loved, before putting on my leather jacket and leaving. I did a thorough check of my bike, on the slim chance my nemesis might have decided to f**k with it. As far as I could tell he hadn’t, so I put on my helmet and took off to town.
I found a spot to park half a block from the diner. Alan appeared, dressed for the day in his uniform, including his gun in its holster. When we got to the door, he opened it for me. As we entered he put a hand on my shoulder, leaning close to wh
