Chapter 72

“Don’t be talking Justice’s ear off.” Karen made a beeline toward us from the ladies’ room, chastising her husband before the door behind her had even shut itself. By the looks of the plates on their table right at the front entrance, their breakfast was already over. Nothing was left on the plate in front of Keith but streaks of egg yolk and a crumb of bacon, at least until Keith licked his fingertip and picked it up as if magnetized for pork. The plate at the empty chair had far more left on it, two half slices of toast, two sausage links, and the coffee cup at its corner was still almost full.

“He’s not,” I told Karen. “We were talking about Faye.”

“So sad,” Karen said. “What’s going to happen to Archie?”