She hoped the high seat backs of the booth would keep people from seeing and recognizing her. For good measure, she was wearing a worn Red Sox baseball hat Josh had found on the floor of Bix’s car. “Relax a little, Katie,” Bix said. “No one’s going to recognize you. And if they do, no one in this place is gonna call the cops on you.”“How can you be so sure?” Caitlin asked.“Because there’s no reward in it for them. If the cops ever put a dollar figure on you, then we’ll have to be careful.”“What about someone seeing me and calling the police just to do his or her civic duty?”“We’re in the wrong part of town for something like that.”When they’d left the Barrel O’ Beer a couple of minutes ago, they’d driven a few blocks until spotting a hole-in-the-wall with the no-frills name of “Diner.” They were hungry, not having eaten since breakfast, so when they saw the diner, Bix slowed down the SUV and they looked in the windows as they passed. There were only a few customers, so they decided to chance it.
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