The only problem with any of that was the fact Horan wanted something of Tana’s, not the other way around. What could a young, no-name ballerina have that someone of Horan’s position could possibly want?
Duke wandered into Sam’s Diner without otherwise paying too much attention to his surroundings. Only one of the booths was occupied, and he slid onto a red vinyl bench seat in the rear of the narrow restaurant, facing the street. He ordered a coffee and pulled out his notepad. He had plenty of time to organize more of his ideas before Finch arrived. Perhaps writing them down would show them in a light he hadn’t yet considered.