Before the Devil Knows You're Dead
Chapter One
The place they went to eat called itself a diner, but it was little more than a
large coffee shop. It was empty except for the old Spanish cook and the
middle-aged waitress, his daughter, who turned from where she sat smoking at
the front counter.
"Oh no, you again," she said. It was what she always said.
They sat in the deepest booth and put their radios up on the table top next to
the ketchup. They ordered burgers and ate them slowly. Nobody came in or out.
The waitress took their empty plates and went for coffee. Baker shifted in the
silence.
"If it's about what I said about Karen," he said.
"No," Coglin said, looking out into the rain through the plate glass. "It ain't
that."
"What then? That EDP? The lady?
Coglin turned from the rain to his partner.
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