Killer Dolls, Part 3 by Nisa Santiago

Author:Nisa Santiago [Santiago, Nisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Melodrama Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Nineteen

Cristal started to worry when Daniel’s phone started going straight to voice mail. It never went to voice mail. Daniel was the type of person to always answer his phone, no matter who was calling. He was an easygoing guy with nothing to hide. So why wasn’t he answering? He always kept his phone on and looked forward to having her call, though she never spoke a word. Cristal knew something was wrong.

“Julie, pick up for table two,” Mark shouted out.

Her boss’s voice snapped her out of her daydream. She had her cell phone in her hand and was thinking about Daniel. The diner was becoming crowded for the lunch rush on a Wednesday, with almost every booth and table occupied.

Cristal shoved the cell phone into her apron pocket and picked up the T-bone steak, French fries, and a baked potato meal for table two. It was going to a large man who looked like he was two meals away from having a heart attack. She skated his way, carrying his plate properly, and placed his food in front of him. He smiled up at her and thanked her for the meal. She hurried back to the kitchen to collect three more meals for customers, who had been waiting patiently.

The lunch rush went by rapidly.

Cristal sat at the countertop counting her tips from the morning and lunch crowd. So far, she’d collected forty-eight dollars.

Julie Norman’s story had gotten around town, and the Christian folks of Idaho Falls found themselves looking out for her. She was quickly becoming one of their own.

Cristal hated the attention. She hated being someone’s charity case. She hated that her hard-luck story had gotten around town to so many folks. Mark Morrow was a talkative man and had spread the word about her, and they came to help, sometimes leaving tips on their table and also letting it be known that if she needed anything, they were there to help.

But what Cristal needed was solitude. She simply wanted to do her job, go home, and hear Daniel’s voice.

As if her day couldn’t get any worse, Sherriff Harrison glided into the diner and took a seat at the countertop.

Cristal frowned. Him again! She was sick of seeing him. She could feel his eyes lingering on her. “Coffee, right?” she asked dryly.

“Yes.” He smiled at her.

Cristal poured his cup of hot black coffee and set it in front of him. This time the Sheriff didn’t come with a barrage of questions or harassments. He was calm. He looked deep in thought.

“Julie,” he started to say, drumming up the courage to ask her out and apologize for his actions that seemed racist, but then a call crackled through his police radio about a four-car collision on I-15 involving a tractor trailer.

“Shit!” He looked at Mark and said, “Excuse my language.”

“It’s excused,” Mark replied.

The sheriff lifted himself from the stool and sighed. Cristal kept her distance from him. She didn’t even want to look his way. She was pleased he was leaving.

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