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

the blade inside it.

“There you are,” Rosie said.

“I was beginning to worry.”

Benny made a muffled sound through the cloth tied around his mouth.

Rosie held up one hand.

“Now, now.

Nobody needs to be dramatic.”

The men around her did not move.

One leaned against the jukebox.

One stood near the front door.

One watched Benny.

The fourth sat in Vincent’s corner continue reading …