Chapter 2
Leo parked his motorcycle in the gravel parking lot in front of The Birches. He was about to send Ollie a text when his phone chimed in with a text from Ollie. I’m inside. Leo stared for a moment at the restaurant called The Birches. It was a small, blue-gray house that had been converted into a diner of sorts, a place Leo had heard of in passing but never thought to eat in. The Birches was only open for breakfast and lunch. It wasn’t uncommon to find lines stretching to the parking lot on the weekends, and getting a table for lunch during the week was just as challenging. Today, there were several people milling about on the porch, waiting for a table. Leo noted that each person had some sort of beverage, mainly coffee, in their hands and seemed happy to wait.
Leo took in the
