The diner was dimly lit and smelled of greasy food and coffee. Kevin, with his arm now in a homemade sling, sat with me in a booth. Our "ally," a man I never thought I'd see volunteering to aid, was seated across from us.
I squinted at the dishevelled man and remarked, "Of all people, why should we believe you, Rick?"
A sneer formed on Rick's lips as he leaned back. Linda, you don't have to believe me. But I'm your best chance if you want to defeat Nathan.
Kevin looked from Rick to me and back again. "Why do you assist us? You spent years working for Nathan.
Rick stirred his coffee languidly and shrugged. "I worked in the past tense. Loyalty isn't exactly rewarded by Nathan. He threw me out when I became too old and "disposable." However, I am aware of information about him that has the potential to ruin him.
I folded my arms. And what do you stand to gain?"
His smirk faded as he met my gaze directly. "Justice. And perhaps some retaliation.
