Chapter 7

“This place smells great,” Kord said.

Doyle caught the eye of a pert blonde with a spring in her step, who turned out to be the manager. He asked about the night shift since that would be when any possible witnesses might have been working.

She told him she’d only been at the diner about a year and didn’t know much about what went on at night since she was the day manager. But, she told them, if they returned after midnight, they could talk to Vera, the night manager, who’d most likely been on duty the nights of the bashings. Vera had been working at the diner for more than thirty years and knew everyone and everything they might want to know.

Kord thanked her and eyed the place as if he could see into the people sitting there. As if he could tell who was guilty and who was innocent even before he knew what crimes they’d committed. After a moment, he turned back to Doyle.

“I need coffee.”

Doyle glanced at a clock on the wall. “Not even close to lunch but coffee sounds good.”