I went back to the deli to do some work, at least, spotting Thom after the lunch rush so she could get a break. Whatever the murder had done to me personally—and also to Joe—it had drawn customers. The staff was either energized or dragging, depending on who it was. Dani seemed to have recovered from her hangover: she was one of the perky ones. So was Luke. So was A.J. Two. Raylene, Newt on the grill, and Thom were shot. I didn’t tell Thom where I’d been. Maybe she’d guessed. She had a beatific look about her, as if she’d been praying between money changing, offering silent words to God for my safe conduct. Or hers, depending on how she thought I might react. How had I reacted? It wasn’t like a symphony of emotions. It was more like grand opera, complete with intermissions, curtain calls, and themes, most of which I couldn’t recall. But I remembered the big one: my half sister needed me, and I had offered to help her. After I’d paid for our lunch, I’d walked her back to Blinn’s, where she gave me a full body hug that was all warmth this time.
What do You think about A Killer In The Rye (2012)?
