Chapter 2
Adam Colfer parked his motorcycle next to Vic’s Café at five minutes to six in the morning. He noticed his short-order cook, Johnny, had arrived and opened the restaurant. No doubt he was already in the kitchen getting the grill going.
The morning was breezy, a chill wind blowing up from the bay. At the moment the sky was devoid of clouds but the weather report said they’d roll in later and by late afternoon they expected a storm to dump an inch of rain.
“Good morning,” he called as he stepped inside.
“‘Morning,” came Johnny’s muffled reply from the kitchen.
Since taking over the café after his father’s death, Adam and Johnny had been two of the three employees for the five days a week they operated. The other one was their busboy, Vince, who also helped with kitchen cleanup
