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

and tied with a piece of red thread.

Elena frowned.

“A key?”

“To a safe-deposit box.”

“At a bank?”

“At Rosie’s.”

She stared at him.

Vincent’s mouth twisted.

“The diner was a bank before it was a diner.

During Prohibition, the basement had private boxes built into the north wall.

Most were torn out.

One remained.”

“And Rosie knows?”

“She knows it existed.

She does continue reading …