Chapter 51 What's The Most Dangerous Thing You've Done at 2AM?

The bell over the diner door jingled as they stepped inside, the scent of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon replacing the faint perfume of the gallery. A waitress in a powder-blue uniform waved them toward a corner booth big enough to fit the entire crew.

Bryson kept his arm draped over Amelia’s shou...

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