The restaurant was busy, something expected when the majority of the population took their midday meal around one in the afternoon. One would have thought Dwayne would avoid such a crowded time and place, but he preferred it. It meant he couldn’t just draw his gun and shoot if he got irritated. And he was plenty irritated recently.
Seated at the corner table, tucked away from the rest, Dwayne attempted to stifle that irritation as he watched the entrance of the restaurant. Absentmindedly, he drummed his fingers on the table, his other hand nursing a glass of sparkling water. He would have much-preferred something with at the very least forty percent alcohol, but he wanted to keep his brain sharp for the conversation ahead. A conversation that would start as soon as his lunch date chose to
