Chapter 223

{Harper's POV}

The diner was two blocks from the store, the kind of place with laminated menus, a pie case nobody in their right mind trusted, and a ceiling fan that rotated with the weary commitment of something that had been asked to do one job for thirty years.

Mr. Bannon was already there when we walked in, sitting in a corner booth with a cup of coffee he'd clearly been nursing for a long ti