Chapter 35
Jacksonville, FL
Wednesday
QUENTIN WAS SITTING in a booth at the Pizza Italian when Nate and the Wilsons walked through the door.
Nate walked up to the booth and said, “Fancy meeting you here.”
“Yeah, small world, isn’t it? Have a seat folks.”
Nate slid into the booth beside Quentin, and his grandparents sat opposite them. A waitress brought them menus and took their drink orders.
“What’s good here?” Mrs. Wilson said.
“The meatball sub is one of the best in town, the lasagna is probably the best in town, and their antipastos are great,” Quentin said. “They make their own blue cheese dressing, and it’s super.”
The waitress returned, and when they’d placed their orders, Quentin said, “Anything happen this morning that I need to know about?”
“Definitely,” Nate said. “We g
