He stopped at a little town in the middle of the night. The place was a little more than a pitstop.
There was a diner with a cold-eyed waitress behind the counter and a cook humming to himself in the back. He ordered a cup of black, tar-bitter coffee and she didn’t make small talk or call him ‘hun.’
It was perfect.
He found the motel and rented a room in cash. It seemed like a good place to vanish and figure out his next move.
But the problem with a town like that is someone is always passing through.

“Peterborough Diner” by Muffet is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

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