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

footsteps sounded in the hall.

Vincent turned.

The door opened wider.

A man entered carrying a bouquet of yellow daisies.

Elena recognized him as one of the men from outside the diner.

He smiled.

“Mrs. Torres,” he said.

“You have visitors.”

Vincent moved before Elena could blink.

His hand struck the man’s wrist.

The bouquet fell.

Something metallic clattered continue reading …