CHAPTER NINETEEN
When Riley walked into the diner early the next morning she was wondering what kind of attitude they’d run into today. Bill and Jenn were following close behind her, and she thought they must be a bit apprehensive too.
A different hostess met them with menus.
“Why, you must be the FBI folks,” she said rather sternly. Then with a wink she added, “Now you’re not going to go busting up the place again this morning, are you? A couple of workmen are putting in a new door to the women’s room right now. The owner’d be happier not to have to do any more repairs.”
Riley and her colleagues chuckled. Sure enough, Riley could hear the sound of power tools from the direction of the restrooms.
Riley looked around the place, which was crowded for breakfast. This time the glances the
