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

shattered phone on the floor near the booth.

“Dead,” she said.

“Not that one.”

Rosie frowned.

Elena reached into the front pocket of her apron and removed the old diner phone handset, the cordless one Rosie kept beneath the counter because she distrusted cell phones.

Elena had lifted it in the dark when she cut Benny loose.

Its green light glowed.

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