Chapter 10
Ivory POV
“Gav!” I hissed again, my voice a desperate, low frequency vibration. No answer. The kitchen door had swung shut, leaving me alone in the line of fire.
The bell above the door was still vibrating, a tiny, tinny sound that felt like a death knell in the sudden silence of the diner.
“Good evening, Mr. Connor! A pleasure, truly. What an unexpected honor to have you drop by on such a fine evening!”
Mr. Clover’s voice was so thick with sycophancy I could practically hear the squelch of it. He was practically vibrating, his spine curved in a bow that was one degree away from a full on prostration.
He was practically licking the expensive leather of Daniel’s shoes with his tone alone. I stayed frozen behind the espresso machine, the steam wand hissing as if it were sh
