Chapter 2 - The Shadow Falls Across The Diner Counter
The heavy, suffocating silence inside the diner seemed to press down on Vincent’s chest like a physical weight.
He did not immediately turn around, feeling the distinct chill of a shadow stretching across the polished stainless steel counter.
Mary’s terrified eyes remained fixed on the space right behind Vincent's broad shoulders with unblinking horror.
“You don’t have to look back just yet, Mr. Vance,” a deep, gravelly voice echoed from directly behind him.
Vincent’s jaw tightened sharply, his fingers curling into tight fists inside the tailored pockets of his navy pinstripe suit.
“Who are you, and why have you been following me across three state lines?” Vincent demanded coldly without moving an inch.
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The man in the heavy brown trench coat stepped closer, his heavy leather boots clicking rhythmically against the checkered floor.
“I didn’t follow you here to play games, Vincent; I came to finish what your family started thirty years ago.”
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