CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jenn shivered as she pushed open the glass door and walked into the diner.
Too much air conditioning, she realized.
The cold was shocking in contrast to the heat outside, which hadn’t let up much even now that it was evening.
“This is an improvement,” Bill commented, following close behind her.
Riley gazed around the tarnished chrome décor and said, “Well, it’s convenient.”
The two young local cops, Kuehling and Wolfe, had led them to the motel next door and had pointed out the diner. The cops had been apologetic before they went on their way. They’d said there weren’t any better places to spend the night in Rushville, especially not in August when a lot of things that weren’t already closed shut down for the hottest summer month.
The motel had plenty of rooms open a
