Chapter １２

“Yesn.” Abby pushed the vehicle into motion and started driving towards their destination. There was considerable traffic in the Trump Tunnel, but as they emerged and got through the gridlock, the panorama shifted from the industrial sector of Stone Rock to more lovely scenery of rolling hills and abundant foliage.

Finally, they drove into Whitby, and into a little parking space on Main Street. The restaurant itself was located in a modest, brick structure with crimson awnings over the windows. The lit sign in front said “Brown’s I Restaurant.” He left the vehicle and marched straight up into the front door.

The dining area was arranged in the customary informal restaurant style, done in warm tones, with dark wood moldings and matching furniture, and all the tables covered in red and white checkered tablecloths. Everything appeared nice and in order, though a touch old-fashioned. As he reached the host’s station, he was met by a familiar face.