Chapter 89

“Here you are, Mr. Mann.” April handed me the check, placed the boxes on the table, and emptied DB’s plates into them. Once she finished, she put them in a Rib Shack shopping bag and took the credit card I handed her. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll get the tip, Quinn. How much?”

“Give her a couple of twenties.” The check hadn’t come to that much, but April always did an excellent job, making sure we had what we needed while never hovering.

DB fumbled to get his wallet out of his pocket and managed to do it without spilling its contents onto the floor.

April returned, and while I signed the restaurant’s copy of the check, DB gave her the tip.

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, April. You’re worth it.”

“I hope Mr. Cooper feels better.”

“Thanks. So do I.” I smiled at her, got out of my seat and into my overcoat, and then helped DB to his feet and into his jacket. “We’ll see you soon, April. Have a good night.”

“I will. I’m off in ten minutes. And I’ve got a date!”