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

her records.”

“What kind of records?”

“The kind men kill waitresses over.”

Silence filled the room.

Elena sank into one of the chairs because her legs had begun to feel unreliable.

Vincent looked at the floor.

“I have done unforgivable things,” he said.

“Do not mistake me for a saint because I am standing in the right place tonight.

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