Chapter 13
“Is this your official office?” Jesse didn’t know why he was complaining; the smells were incredible. But the first ribs of the BBQ Pit restaurant wouldn’t be served for hours. It was barely after Belle’s generous breakfast, but his stomach growled anyway.
They’d taken over the same table close by the big picture window with a sweeping view of the dusty gravel parking lot. The window needed a good cleaning; the scuffed Formica table didn’t—it needed being tossed on the burn pile. The heat was already cooking up to a Texas May morning so everyone had a Coke or Dr Pepper with ice. A fan rattled away over the door, but it only added noise, not airflow to the restaurant. A faded sign on an empty coffee urn announced, “Hot Dr Pepper December to February only. If you have a cold and
