Last Diner Standing (28 page)

Armed with flashlights and Ax fiddling with the alarm code, we snuck into the locker room and cut off seven combination locks until we found the bag of money.

We did a four way split: Ax, Roxy, Janelle, and me. But we all agreed that Janelle got most of it because of the kids and her legal fees. Which left the rest of us fifteen thousand dollars each. I tried to give my share to Ax for wrecking his car, but he wouldn’t hear of it.

“Dude, if anyone needs this money, it’s you. Buy a car already,” he said.

A sound plan, but I needed to pay Sullivan first.

Axton had retrieved his car from my sister’s house and handed the keys over after our little bout of B & E.

The next morning before work, I stopped in at Rudy’s Roundup Restaurant. When I walked in the door, Sarah looked shocked to see me and hurried over. “What happened?”

“I ran into a fist. A few times. Where’s Rudy?” She pointed to his office next to the restrooms. Without knocking, I walked in.

He glanced up from his desk. “What’re you doing in here?”

“Listen up,” I said, “because you only get one chance to do the right thing. I know people in this town and if you don’t cut out this breakfast bullshit, I’m going to have you inspected by the health department every week. I’m going to have your license revoked. I’m going to let everyone know that Rudy’s is nothing but a mouse magnet. You’re not going to have a business at all by the time I’m done with you.”

I wasn’t sure I could pull any of that off, but I figured Sullivan could. And I was already in debt to him, might as well go for broke. Or broker, in my case.

“You can’t do any of that.”

I smiled. “All right. But don’t say you weren’t warned.”

I turned to go.

“Wait.”

I peered at him over my shoulder.

“Ma would have to give up lunch.”

“Of course. Right after you apologize.”

I could see the thoughts chugging through his tiny brain. “Fine. I’m about to lose my staff anyway.”

I was five minutes late for work. Roxy and Ma scurried around the diner, which was already filling up with customers.

They forced me to work the counter. And at nine, Officer Hard Ass strode in, his eyes scouring every nook and cranny of the place. With his thumbs hooked in his belt, he sauntered up to the counter.

“Miss Strickland, is there somewhere we can talk?”

I sighed. “Sure.” I took him to Ma’s office. I propped my hip on the desk. “What is it? I’ve got customers.”

“You told me that day at the station to look closer to home to find Crystal Waters’ killer. How did you know about Officer Goedecker?”

I hadn’t. I’d been talking about Police Chief and stripper connoisseur, Martin Mathers. “Just a hunch.”

He narrowed his hazel eyes and tried to stare me down. I just let him and refused to get flustered.

“Well, if you get any more hunches, I’d like a heads up.”

I finished out my shift and even helped clean up a little. As I sat at the counter, rolling silverware into napkins, Ma got a phone call. When she hung up, she grinned at Roxy and me.

“That jackass, Rudy, has given up. I win!”

Roxy and I clapped. Jorge and Ray stepped out of the kitchen.

“Is lunch over?” Roxy asked.

“Yeah,” Ma said. “We’re a breakfast diner. It’s worked for almost sixty years, I say we keep it that way.”

There was much rejoicing.

I went home and napped. I was exhausted and still sore. Even working the counter had zapped my energy.

Sullivan woke me up when he dropped by around six with a green wrapped package in his hand. A large bruise covered his jaw and his nose was a tad swollen.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. “Clay is still gunning for you.”

“It’s no longer a problem.” 

“What do you mean?” I was scared he’d say the words. I didn’t want to hear them, but I couldn’t bury my head in the sand. Had Sullivan killed Clay?

“He left town and sold me his business interests. And if he wants to live, he won’t come back.”

“How?”

“Henry and I found the recordings of Martin Mathers. And several other items Clay wouldn’t want leaked to the world.”

I felt my shoulders relax. “Good.” I was just glad that Clay was still breathing. “What about Stuart?”

“Also gone.” He handed me the package. “Open it.”

I sat on my futon, but he remained standing, his coat buttoned, a blue scarf wrapped around his neck.

Out of the rectangular box, I pulled out the softest pair of red leather gloves lined with silk. I stroked them, tried them on and they fit like …well, you know. “Thanks. They’re beautiful.”

He pocketed his hands. “I’m starting my business back up.”

I felt a twinge of disappointment. “Okay.”

“It’s what I do, Rose. It’s who I am.”

“I know.”

“I’m not changing.”

I stood. “I never asked you to. You’re a criminal, I get it.”

He stiffened. “I think of it as being an entrepreneur.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course you do. By the way, I have your ten thousand dollars.” I started walking to my freezer, but his voice stopped me.

“So, you found the money? Good, keep it.”

I faced him. “No, I owe you.”

His gold eyes narrowed in irritation. “Why do you have to argue every goddamned point?”

“I owe you ten thousand dollars for Janelle’s bail and I’m paying you back.”

“The debt’s clear. I’m not taking your money.”

I raised a brow. “Why? You don’t forgive loans. That’s not who you are either.”

He took three steps forward until he stood in front of me. Cradling my face in his hands, he slowly leaned toward me, his eyes on mine. “I can do whatever the hell I want. Besides, it’s Christmas.”

And then he kissed me.

Reader’s Discussion Guide

1.  Rose never doubted Janelle’s innocence. Was she right to blindly trust Janelle?

2.  Rose denies feeling guilt over killing her stalker. Do you think Rose is feeling guilty? Why or why not?

3.  Helping Sullivan is as important to Rose as clearing Janelle’s name. What do you think about Rose’s dedication to Sullivan?

4.  Rose isn’t in the Christmas spirit. She claims Janelle’s troubles and the threat to Sullivan are the cause. Do you agree?

5.  Rose develops feelings for Sullivan in spite of the fact he’s a criminal. Should Rose pursue her feelings, knowing what she does about him?

6.  In spite of Rose’s difficult relationship with her mother, was she right to dismiss her mother’s behavior at the Christmas party? How would you have handled the situation?

7.  Rose is willing to ask for help for her friends, but not herself. Does Rose’s pride get in the way of her own well-being?

8.  Did Rose do the right thing by putting herself in debt to Sullivan in order to help Janelle?

9.  Should Rose have accepted her sister’s offer of a car? What is the difference between accepting Axton’s loan of a car and her sister’s offer?

10.  Tariq sells stolen goods out of his car, Roxy is adept at breaking and entering, and Sullivan is a criminal. Do you view Rose as a moral character? How does she justify the illegal actions of her friends?

11.  Do you agree with Rose’s final decision at the end of the book? What would you do if your life was threatened?

About Terri L. Austin

When Terri isn’t writing, she enjoys eating breakfast at her local diner, watching really bad movies, and hanging out with her kids when they’re home from college. She lives in Missouri with her funny, handsome husband and her high maintenance peekapoo. Visit Terri at www.terrilaustin.com to see what’s next or drop her an email ([email protected]), she loves to hear from readers!

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