Chapter 95 - Pie, anyone?

The convoy rolled to a stop in front of a small roadside diner, its flickering sign reading:

“Daisy’s Diner – Home of the World’s Best Pie.”

The kind of place that smelled like old coffee, burnt bacon, and too many secrets.

Tyson leaned forward from the back seat, voice low and teasing. “Time for ...

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