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Cursed Road

Grimacing at Leslie, Jon, and Nikki who had easily made a meal of some cold cuts and bread, Mortimer would pull back the stool pushed up against the island counter before sitting. “At least you made enough for everyone...“

Nikki smacked his hand. “Or enough for me!” She pulled back the plate, only for Leslie to laugh and set one down for Kaitlynn and Mort.

“Don’t worry about her, she stress eats.” Leslie assured.

“What about Jon?” Mortimer questioned. “You’ve been taking this awful calm.”

Jon looked up from the large bite he took. Swallowing he coughed, pulling his arm over his mouth as he spoke. “What? No, I’ve just hit my point of acceptance. After seeing that body in Misha’s and running away from a knife wielding chef I think I am far past the point of being terrified.”

Mortimer leaned forward. “You mentioned that earlier. The body, you saw a body at the burger joint?”