Chapter 6
Jacksonville, FL
Monday
“YOUR CAR OR MINE?” Nate said when they were in the garage.
“Yours is quieter.”
“Good choice.”
They got into Nate’s Edge SUV and he drove them to The Loop, which was one of their favorite places. Not only did the restaurant feature what was arguably the best grilled chicken sandwich in town, the deck overlooking Fishweir Creek provided better ambiance than the fanciest of restaurants had to offer.
Food orders in hand, they went out onto the deck that ran down the side of the building, and settled down at one of the few empty tables to enjoy their sandwiches.
Quentin was quiet for a very long time, so long so that Nate couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Well,” Nate said.
“Well, what?”
“Have you a plan?” Nate said.
“Not yet, but I’m mulling one over.
