Chapter 64Abu was tired and jittery. He had been driving through the night, relying on coffee to keep him awake. He knew he needed a break and figured his best bet for anonymity would be in a large city. He had just passed into Colorado and was making good time. There were a few towns along his path, but he decided he should stop in Denver. The more people there were, the more people he could blend in with.
Abu’s stomach growled as he entered the limits of Brush, a small town a little under 100 miles outside Denver, and he pulled into a small diner. Stepping into the retrofitted train carriage was like stepping back in time to a corny slice of 1950’s Americana. It was a long, narrow room with yellowed checkerboard linoleum, a long counter separating the dining area from the kitchen, and b
