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

the diner in dull red.

Vincent stood in the swinging doorway with a gun in his hand and blood on his sleeve.

Rosie looked delighted.

“There he is,” she said.

“The tragic father.”

Vincent’s eyes moved to Elena, then Benny, then Rosie.

“Let them go,” he said.

Rosie laughed.

“Oh, Vincenzo,” she said.

“You still think this is a negotiation.”

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