CHAPTER 58
Powell pulled into a parking space in front of an all-night burger stand on Lakeshore called Fat’s. Tables out front, a takeout window lit up like a beacon. Tana looked out at the sign, which spelled out the name in fat neon letters, then turned to Powell.
“What's up with the name?”
Powell shrugged. “I guess they want you to know what you’re in for,” he said. He looked at Tana. “You hungry?”
“Starved.”
They climbed out of the Bronco and went inside. It was late and the place was filled with a crowd that was hooked on fast food grease. Tana and Powell placed their orders, then grabbed a table by the window. A pop tune rocking the soundtrack caught Tana’s ear and made her think of Justin. What was it about songs that they stuck with you even after the person who shared them w
