Chapter 5 - SHATTERED GLASS
The Lincoln Navigator arrived on a Tuesday.
It was 1:45 A.M. The diner was dead quiet. The black SUV rolled into the parking lot with its headlights off, the engine a low, menacing purr. It parked sideways across three spaces, blocking the diner's main exit.
Hannah’s blood ran cold. She reached into her apron, her fingers closing around the cold plastic of the burner phone. She pressed the single dial button. It rang once before picking up.
"They're here," she whispered.
"Get in the kitchen. Down on the floor. Now," Julian's voice barked through the receiver.
She didn't have time. The front door was kicked open with such force the glass shattered inward, spraying across the linoleum. The two men in suits stepped inside, but they weren't alone this time. Three more men, armed with silenced submachine guns, filed in behind them.
"You lied to us, sweetheart," the tall man smiled, racking the bolt of his weapon. "We found camera footage from the gas station across the street. He was here."
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"I don't know where he is," Hannah said, backing slowly toward the kitchen.
"That's a shame," the man sighed, raising his gun. "Because now we have to make an example out of your diner."
