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A quick online search told us the River Diner was an apt name. The business was located on the east side of the river and opposite the old industrial factories.
I drove us out there and parked on the worn-gravel outside the double doors. The neighborhood was rough. The city’s infrastructure department hadn’t touched the area in decades. The road that passed by the diner was deeply rutted, and the electric poles leaned. Garbage littered the ditches and there were no manholes that led to the sewers. There were no streetlights so the area was consumed by the night that surrounded us.
We stepped out of the car. Red glanced over the top and at me. “You sure you want to do this? We could just forget about this whole thing and go out to a movie, instead.”
I closed my eyes and shook
