It was 0130. Joe’d run Ohara’s plates last night. Now the dude, with a high-and-tight carrot top, sat by the crazy lady, elbows on the counter. He wore a big-and-tall work shirt and three sharp-edged rings on his right hand. He stared across at Joe like last time.
June picked up Joe’s plate, topped off his coffee, and turned to touch up the crazy lady’s cup. Then June extended the pot toward O’hara; he shook his head.
Joe figured he’d jump him in the lot out back. He touched his waistband, looking around for anyone who might follow them out.
June picked up Joe’s plate, topped off his coffee, and turned to touch up the crazy lady’s cup. Then June extended the pot toward O’hara; he shook his head.
Joe figured he’d jump him in the lot out back. He touched his waistband, looking around for anyone who might follow them out.
