Chapter 46
“Never mess with hangry Baptist Women or a man on a mission to find his woman.”
-Flint
We found my SUV parked right next to the front door in The Gracie Spoon parking lot. And it seemed like the rest of Dorsey, Mississippi, turned up for breakfast at the diner today.
You could barely hear the bells on the door when we entered because the place waspande-fucking-monium.
Gracie yelled out orders to the kitchen.
The cook yelled back at her, then pounded the “order up” bell in the window.
Harry Tracy hurried from table to table with a pot of coffee, refilling cups and issuing apologies.
Fitch grabbed Harry as he rushed by. “What’s going on, man?”
“Waitress didn’t show up today,” Harry rolled his eyes. “Which means the lady of the house needed help at work. And that help is me. Take any open spot and have a seat. If you have to clean up dirty dishes from the previous diners, we’ll give you ten percent off your bill.”
“Harry Tracy, you old goat! Don’t you dare start giving away discounts!” Gracie yelled from the counter.
Harry winked at Fitch, glared at me, then took off toward the counter. I followed.
“Miz Gracie. The waitress who didn’t show up. Was it Sonni?”
Gracie grabbed plates from the window and set them in front of diners at the counter. “That’s the one. Why?”
“What’s her last name?”
Her forehead creased. “Not sure. I’d have to look it up.”
“Great,” I stared.
Gracie turned back to the window to grab more plates for the dining room. “Wait. You want me to look it up right now?”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Is this more important than feeding the Lafayette County Sheriff’s Deputies?” she pointed to four tables of uniforms.
I nodded again. “Life or death, Miz Gracie. Life. Or. Death.”
Gracie sighed. “Give me a second to deliver these plates. Meet me in the back office.”
Fitch followed me to the back of the building, where we found the incredibly cluttered office. There were so many piles on the desk. I wasn’t sure how Gracie could find anything in there.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Tatiana.
“Yeah, bossman,” she answered without trying to get on my last nerve. That’s when I knew we were royally fucked.
“No sign of her?”
“Nothing.”
“I’m going to need you to run a trace on someone,” I had to yell into the phone for T to hear me.
“Name?”
“Sonni,” I put the phone on speaker. “Hold for the last name.”
