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

a strange, sharp sound.

“I’m not sure we’re on a first-name basis after being shot at.”

“We are past formalities.”

“Then answer me, Vincent.

Who sent that?”

He glanced at the rearview mirror.

His eyes were hard again, but the hardness seemed constructed, a wall quickly rebuilt after something had cracked behind it.

“Someone who knows you matter,” he said.continue reading …