Page 50 of Final Approach
Andrew closed the menu. “Lemonade and the burger plate, with onions, please.”
“Same,” Nathan said. “But no onions.”
The guy tapped the order in and headed for the drink machine.
“Figured we’d eat while we were here,” Andrew said. “It’s almost lunchtime and I’m hungry.”
“I can always eat a burger. And they’re amazing here. Fresh, hand-pattied, cooked juicy and just right.” He paused. “Now I might eat two.”
Andrew laughed.
Trevor returned with chilled glasses of lemonade some might think better suited to a hot summer day, but Andrew didn’t care about the temperature outside. He took a swig and sighed. “I’ll be back just for this,” he told Nathan.
Nathan laughed. “You’ve never been here?”
“Nope. You?”
“A couple of times. Jesslyn introduced me to the place.”
“Nice.”
“Yeah, but she doesn’t let me get the onions if I plan on kissing her.”
“Are you planning on kissing her?”
“First chance I get.”
Andrew chuckled. Maybe one day he’d be leaving onions off his burger too. One could hope.
Trevor returned with silverware and napkins. Andrew subtly showed his badge to the guy. “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
The young man sighed. “Sure, but I don’t have anything new to add to what I already told the other agents.”
“You know Marcus Brown?”
“Of course. Everyone knows him. He was a regular. And I guess everyonereallyknows him now after the whole hijacking thing.” He wiped down the counter near them and tucked the rag into his back pocket. “And that’s exactly what I told the others who came in asking.”
“No cameras with any footage?”
He shook his head. “Everything resets after twenty-four hours and Marcus hadn’t been in for at least a week.”
“No cameras across the street either,” Nathan said.
“Order up!”
Trevor grabbed the two plates from the kitchen window and placed them in front of him and Nathan. “Ketchup?”
“And mustard,” Andrew said.
Once they had the burgers ready, Andrew took a bite, swallowed, and vowed he’d be back.
Trevor refilled the lemonade, and Andrew tilted his head at the girl in the booth. “Who’s that?”
“Ginny’s daughter. Ginny is one of our cooks here. The kid’sname’s Cheyenne but everyone calls her Chey. She was being bullied at school, so Ginny took her out and homeschools her now.”
“While working full-time?”
He shrugged. “She’s a single mom. They make it work. They live in a small apartment out back, so Chey comes and goes as she pleases. And at least Ginny knows where she is.”
