Turning away, the waitress started to serve another customer.
“Gimme a cup o’ coffee and two sinkers,” the driver hurled after her. “And make it snappy too! I’m in a hurry.”
Once the coffee and doughnuts had been set before him, the man was in no haste to consume them. He read a newspaper and fed a dollar and a half into a pin-ball machine.
Penny and Louise ordered coffee. Knowing that Salt might be waiting for them, they swallowed the brew scalding hot and arose to leave.
At the cashier’s desk Penny paid the bill. Upon impulse she quietly asked the man behind the cash register if he knew the driver.
“Fellow by the name of Hank Biglow,” he answered.
Before Penny could ask another question, a police patrol car screeched to a standstill just outside the restaurant. The cafe owner turned to stare as did the driver.
“What are those cops comin’ here for?” Hank Biglow demanded.
“How should I know?” retorted the cafe owner. “Maybe they want to ask you a few questions about that cargo you carry!”
“What do you mean by that crack?” the driver asked harshly.