Chapter 8

• “You heard what Barry said the other night when he left early?” Christine whispered to the other blonde waitress beside her. “Those two guys that came in late last week were actually asking about someone in particular.”
• “Who?” The other waitress leaned in with wide eyes. Her name was Penny. It was that kind of name that sounded sweet until you heard the girl’s voice and changed your mind.
• “Like I think Barry mentioned my name.” Christine tossed a few strands that had gotten loose from her high ponytail with a smug smirk on her slim face. “You know how popular I am with the patrons of this disaster of a restaurant. If it weren’t for me people would run the moment the saw the signage.”