THE KILLER’S JAW HUNG open.
“Honestly didn’t think the old man had it in him,” he murmured, watching from his spot across the road.
The glass walls of the diner allowed for easy reconnaissance, and he was able to see Benji take Beverly’s hand and speak to her. She smiled and nodded at whatever he’d said, and Benji smiled back at her. After a few minutes, Beverly stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. Benji stepped back outside, and the spring in his step conveyed his satisfaction with their exchange.
Huh. Half tempted to wait, shadow them on their date. Everyone should have one last good time before they go...
Then again, maybe not, he decided as he trailed Benji’s truck to Racine’s and watched the old man walk inside.
“Flip for it,” he said aloud, holding a quarter in his hand. “Heads
