Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Dot was on duty herself tonight, a big blousy blonde with too much makeup but kindness in her faded blue eyes. “Yo, Perry, tough night to be out. Come on in. Coffee’s hot, and I’ve got some green chile stew.”

The former convict stopped just inside the door. “Dogs can come in?”

“Hell yes,” Dot said. “Most of ‘em have better manners than some of the tourists and trash that comes in here. Badger’s always welcome, and that little mutt you’re toting is, too. If you’re with Perry, I’ll welcome you both. You look pretty cold and hungry.”

Perry glanced back to see the man crack a faint smile. “I’ve been warmer and better fed, for sure. Thank you, ma’am.”

She snorted. “Don’t ma’am me. Name’s Dot, like a spot.”

Perry went directly to his usual seat, a booth near the back with a view toward the door. The other man followed him and slid into the opposite bench. “Ought to introduce myself if we’re eating together. I can’t afford much, but I know me and little Rojo have gotta eat.”