Chapter 2
TUCKER TIMED HIS VISIT to Dinner Belles when he knew Corinne wouldn’t be on shift. He chose to believe the fact that he knew this was simply due to his superior powers of observation and frequent patronage of the diner, rather than a slight edge toward stalker behavior. The Saturday lunch crowd was thinning. He scanned the restaurant, nodding at a few clients and former classmates. None of his friends were here, and thank God for it. He didn’t want any opining from the peanut gallery regarding what he was about to do.
Squaring his shoulders, he headed for the counter.
“Tucker McGee!”
His feet did an automatic redirect at the hail before he’d registered who the speaker was.
Aw hell. The Casserole Patrol. The trio of elderly women, who provided home-cooked sustenance to everyo
