The three sat down inside a booth in an out-of-town restaurant, waiting for the lawyer.
They ordered fries and chicken while they waited. The hot food steamed on the tray between them, the rich smell of grease filling the booth while Gary pulled in a deep, hungry breath, his fingers reaching out to grab a crisp fry.
Malo talked about calling Kiara to ask her if she got the book she talked about. They also still didn't know how to get the fish out of Gary's system.
They wondered about his fate.
The poor guy just peacefully ate his fries. Gary's hands moved slowly, his heart beating a quiet, steady rhythm as he chewed his food without a single worry in the world, his lungs letting out a soft, satisfied exhale.
Then they looked outside through the glass and saw a familiar limo parking. The vehicle glided to a smooth halt near the curb, its tinted windows reflecting the afternoon sun while Faye's breath locked straight up in her chest.
