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

two.

She reached for two to-go cups, filled them with coffee she knew neither of them would drink, and forced her shaking legs toward Vincent’s booth.

He watched her approach.

His face did not change, but his eyes sharpened.

“Fresh coffee?” she asked, too loudly.

He did not answer.

She set one cup down in front of him, leaned close as if asking whether he continue reading …