We met Boney and Gilpin just after seven a.m. at an IHOP
out along the highway for a showdown: It was ridiculous that
we were doing their job for them. It was insane that we were
the ones discovering leads. It was time to call in the FBI if
the local cops couldn’t handle it.
A plump, amber-eyed waitress took our orders,
poured us coffee, and, clearly recognizing me, lingered
within eavesdropping distance until Gilpin scatted her
away. She was like a determined housefly, though.
Between drink refills and dispensing of utensils and the
magically quick arrival of our food, our entire harangue
came in limp bursts.
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