Romance · fiction
The Question Beside the Coffee Station
“That waitress killed him.” The words came from somewhere behind me. I was sitting on the floor of Bellini’s Steakhouse with my back against the coffee station, three gallons of hot water spreading across polished hardwood, a steel pipe resting near the toe of my black non-slip shoe, and a man who looked seven feet tall lying motionless beside...
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