chapter 15
It was nearly 4 p.m. and James and Drew hovered over their food in an oversized booth in the corner of Jacob’s Mill. They spoke in near whispers, not wanting to draw any attention to themselves, with the half a dozen other patrons marking time through the slowest part of the bar’s day.
Drew chewed on the burger “special,” which was nothing more than a slab of beef with pepper, jack cheese and jalapeno peppers. James stirred his unimpressive Caesar salad, served over-seasoned, and over-sauced, in a chipped bowl. No matter how hard he tried to tolerate salads on the east coast, nothing touched the west-coast vegetarian plates which became his addiction while in California.
“Order something else, Fraction, if it’s not what you want. Life’s short, right?”
“Funny. I was just thin
