“Have you seen any of the other women?”
“No,” Albert shook his head. “Heard one of ‘em got taken not too long ago.”
“Yep,” Alexa couldn’t resist a grin. “I saw her at…what’s it called? Smith’s?”
“Yah. Just west of here. So it’s down to three of you, I guess.”
Alexa stabbed with her fork, getting a bit of steak, a bit of egg, and some crispy brown potato on the implement all at once. She shoved it into her mouth and began chewing.
“You’re a very good cook, Mr. Jones,” she said after she’d swallowed.
“Thank you, Miss,” he nodded with a smile. “Spent thirty years in the Navy as a cook. Took me a little while to learn how to cook for just one or two people after that.”
Alexa laughed. She found Mr. Jones very likeable. She kept on eating, savoring every bite.
“Have you heard anything ab
