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

“At the diner,” Elena continued.

“You knew they were outside.

You weren’t surprised.”

“No.”

“You were going to let them kill you.”

His eyes lifted to hers.

For several seconds, the old funeral home seemed to disappear.

There was only the two of them and the thing she had named.

“At a certain age,” Vincent said quietly, “a man begins to understand that death continue reading …