CHAPTER EIGHT
I drove past the Café Diner and saw Bryce’s car in the parking lot. Corrigan’s was somewhere else. As I continued home, I sent a text to Bryce and Corrigan telling them that I had beer waiting at home.
When I got home, I removed one of the cases that was still in my car from our previous trip to the diner. I stuffed it underneath the steps leading to the connecting door. As I moved down the hallway to unlock the front door, I found a note that had been stuffed underneath the door. I opened it and read:
Whores get stoned to death. Are you the stone or w***e? Or maybe you’re death.
I laughed and crumpled it up. After a quick toss to the garbage, I pulled out a frozen pizza and warmed the oven. It took two minutes for the oven’s pre-warm up bell to ring and as I slid the piz
