Keeping his thoughts to himself was often found difficult by Mr. Ryan. He wasn’t much of a hideous person and anyone with an ability to judge murder as a crime will agree with that thought. Joining the noblemen around 10 am in the morning at Juan’s Diner was nothing more than a drill to him, only this day was a little bit different. His cup of coffee has long gone cold but he couldn’t care less about it. It seemed like he was thinking something so hard that his nerves might burst any moment out of his head.
The chilly winds of December seemed to spare no one. According to the newspapers this year might receive the worst of the winter in ages-but then again not everything in the newspaper are always honest.
Looking out of the diner’s window his eyes grew shrewd as if to execute his thoughts about anyone he saw for the first time. His head...