Chapter 67

He walked over to the booth where Pete sat, said something to him, and picked up Pete’s tray. Zeb brought the tray over to our table and set it at the empty spot across from Jared. Pete followed him and sat down in front of his tray. Then Zeb said, “Pete, meet Sean and Paul. They’re the guys who got kidnapped last Christmas. Remember, I told you about them.”

“Right, I remember the story.”

“And this is their friend Jared,” Zeb said. “Pete, Jared. Jared, Pete.”

They shook hands, and Zeb stood talking with us for a minute until he said, “Listen, guys, I’ve gotta go back to my trainee—this is gonna be her first time at the register during the lunch rush, and it’s just about to begin. Give Zeke and me a call when you can and maybe we can get together—George has the number.”

“Count on it,” Paul said.

Jared and Pete seemed to be so engrossed in conversation that our existence had been temporarily forgotten, so I got up, went to George’s table, and sat down.