The meager selection of restaurants in Ely left Paul and Shannon dining at Pizza Palace. The front window of the chain establishment presented the unobstructed view of Ely’s main strip, which Paul and Shannon ignored. There was nothing worth watching.
The amber glow of an early evening street light streamed through the windows, backlighting Shannon and making her hair appear almost on fire. Paul smiled at how stunning she looked, in stark contrast to how he was doing at the moment. The lack of sleep was beginning to take its toll. He could almost feel the dark circles racing down beneath his eyes.
“Are you going on the howling trip tonight?” asked Shannon.
“What’s a howling trip?” asked Paul.
“They take us out into the woods and we howl,” said Shannon.
“Sounds like where I work,” said
