That's where you and Vince used to hang out when you were in school. Whether it was studying for finals or kicking back on a Friday night, people could always find you and the gang here. It took four hours to drive all the way back to your hometown, but the cryptic note and answering machine message were too much to ignore. Before leaving, you decided to commit the number to memory and destroy the note, just in case.
You push through the door to the restaurant and look around. Aside from the sweaty, overweight guy operating the pizza oven behind the counter, the place is empty.
You slide into a corner booth and wait.
Before long, the front door swings open to reveal a knockout brunette, dangerously curvy and poured into stiletto heels and a mini-dress. In a small country town like this one, she can't help but stand out.
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