Jeff was late, but Jeff was good at being late. It seemed the only thing he was ever on time for was court, and only by a hair. Travis opened the door to his pickup and got out. He needed to stretch his legs. It was almost eight and Jeff should have been at Capri’s a half hour ago. Something’s not right. He flipped out his cell phone and dialed Steve’s number. “Damn it.” He got the voice mail. Cracking his knuckles, he decided to go in the restaurant. This being one of his favorite spots, it wouldn’t be unheard of for him to just show up for a beer. Besides, he didn’t like the idea of Shauna being in there all alone. Entering the bar and grill, he scanned the room. Nothing out of place. Bonnie waved and pointed to the corner booth in the back. Shauna had eyed him the moment he pushed open the door, but didn’t look too happy to see him. “What the hell are you doing?” A scowl formed across her pretty face. “Steve’s not answering,” he said, as Bonnie brought him a diet cola with lemon.
