At 2:47 in the Morning, the Waitress Chose a Killer. By Dawn, She Learned He Had Been Saving Her All Along.

There were men inside.

Not six this time.

Four.

Elena recognized one from the hospital, his temple bruised from the bedpan.

Satisfaction warmed her for half a second.

She circled to the alley.

The kitchen door was locked, but Elena knew Rosie kept the spare key taped beneath the loose brick near the grease trap because “a woman gets tired of paying locksmiths.continue reading …