Viking sat at a table, perusing the menu (such as it was), wondering what had possessed him to stop for food at what was clearly a real roadside dive. A quick glance at the other patrons’ plates showed puddles of grease and oozing oil and fatty meat. Still, the coffee was hot and strong, and he’d get by on a grilled cheese sandwich or an omelette or something. Assuming this place had decent cheese or semi-fresh eggs.
He gulped his black-as-death coffee and thought about how weird it was that he was now, to all intents and purposes, a vegetarian. It had happened gradually, over the time that he’d been working with Zoe Parish at the Blue Dragon Ink tattoo parlour. Zee had requested veggie meals every lunchtime from Rebel over at the kitchen in Satan’s Bar, and Viking had been surprised at h
