“What is this place?” I ask when I slow outside the address Calli punched into my GPS. “Just a diner. I’ve been here a few times. It’s good.” “Fair enough.” I pull up into a space a little down the street and climb out of my car. “They’re already inside,” Calli says nervously, dropping her cell back into her purse. “Let’s go then.” Threading my arms through hers, I tug her in the direction of Marco’s.
