Photographing the Dead (Nameless: Season One, #2)

by Dean Koontz

He doesn’t know how old he might be, but the thirtysomething waitress, Shawna, is perhaps his age. She’s flirtatious and means it. He plays along, to a point. Although he doesn’t mind being used by an attractive woman, he never uses women casually, so eventually he says, “I’m just passing through.”

Under her restlessness and licentious pose is a repressed wholesomeness that will always make her regret devaluing herself, which, even in these strange times, he believes is true of more people than not. “Veronica,” she says, referring to another waitress, “says you look dangerous. But the girl has zero spirit of adventure.” “Good for her,” Nameless says. “Girls who want a little danger in their lives will end up with a lot of it.”