Chapter 2“The station managers are coming in,” Jiang Tai’s supervisor said. “You go take their order. You never mess it up.”
Tai didn’t, though he’d started to deliberately get an order wrong here and there to avoid suspicion, when he heard someone talk about him as the waiter who gets the order perfect every time. He’d swap out bacon for sausage, or fried eggs for poached, and ask before giving plates to parties of people, as if he couldn’t recall which order was for which person. He went out to the dining room to find Finn Moran and Ishir Jha at a table.
“Good morning,” Tai said. “Will you have your usual?” He knew everyone’s ‘usual.’ Even if they only came in once every few weeks. This was one of the closest diners to the docks, so crews often made this their first and last stop on sh
