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on the hot asphalt.

Through the large plate glass window of the diner, next to the glowing blue sign that read Open, I saw the familiar red sedan parked in the shadow of the dumpster.

My hand hesitated on the brass handle of the door.

In the far corner booth, away from the counter where the regulars sat, Maeve was sitting opposite Richard.

The table between continue reading …