“A cup of hot cappuccino and black coffee.”
“Cream? Sugar?”
Luke shook his head. He put down the paper bags to get the bill he’d put in his shirt pocket.
“Here we go,” said the cashier.
“Thanks.”
Luke gathered the change and took the paper bags, wondering how he would manage to carry them along with the hot coffees. He shuffled for several moments before finally settling things. Luke walked to the glass door of the diner and he gasped. Luckily, he didn’t lose his grip on the coffee cups or they would have scattered all over the floor.
Luke tried to control his breathing. Thank God, he thought. They passed already. They didn’t see me.
He’d just seen a convertible going by with those three men: Craig Jr., Seth, and Tony Welther. There was no mistaking them or their expensive sports ca
