Nick sat in the corner booth of the small dinner. He wore a pair of sunglasses, a warn jacket and jeans. To anyone looking at him, he played the part of out of town visiter well. The spy looked out of place, but in the best way possible. No one really fits in at a dinner out in the middle of a long stretch of highway--everyone's always a traveler. And Nick was keeping his eye out for one traveler in particular.
The minute he walked in, Nick immediately made eye contact, raising an eyebrow to keep the man from starting the conversation before he entered the booth.
"It's been a while since we've met at this gem. How's the afterlife treating you, kid?"
















