Chapter Ten
Fifteen minutes later, she pulled into the gravel parking lot next to Dottie’s Diner. Jamey understood the appeal. In many ways, the diner functioned like her family’s neighborhood pub back in Boston. Folks came in to share the news, have a bite, and get a lift to their day. The diner was no different.
Steeling herself for the triumphant look in Dottie’s eyes when the Cordon Bleu chef humbled herself to beg for biscuit batter, she pushed open the door. Fortunately, she’d timed her visit perfectly and the diner was quiet, with only a few men at the counter.
“Jamey?” The man in the cop’s uniform slid off the stool, approaching her.
She immediately smiled in recognition. She’d spoken with him at Maddie’s wedding. A tall man, about Brodie’s size but leaner, and with light brown
