After some hesitation, Willie Ash tactfully decided against talking out loud, keeping all of his concerns to himself.
The breakfast restaurant was very peaceful in the early morning, with occasional laughter and conversation from people sharing tables. Perhaps due to the tranquil atmosphere inside the restaurant, conversations were naturally quiet and almost inaudible from a few tables away.
With curiosity permeating his thoughts, Willie Ash kept his ears open, occasionally checking on Flossie Wright. Seeing her order breakfast like a regular patron, then leisurely flipping through a newspaper, he couldn't help but wonder. He thought Flossie was here for the same reasons as they were, but then he wasn't so sure, realizing that Flossie, who hadn't had any formal training, couldn't possibly act so unbothered...
His thoughts felt increasingly muddled. The tenth time Willie looked in Flossie's direction, his gaze froze—
Where is she?
