Stephanie's POV
The restaurant was quiet. Too quiet. We were the only people there. Perfect.
"Jolina, baby," I said, pointing to a booth in the corner. "I need you to sit right there. Stay hidden, but make sure you can see me, okay?"
She nodded, her eyes wide and serious.
I handed her a cheap burner phone. "When I give you the signal, I want you to call the number saved as 'Nurse.' Can you do that?"
She frowned. "What's the signal? And what do I say?"
I smiled. "You'll know the signal. And you'll know what to say. Just be dramatic."
She took the phone and marched to her booth like a little secret agent. I sat at a table in the middle of the room and waited.
Myron showed up a few minutes later. He looked me up and down, his eyes gross and hungry. He came in for a hug.
"Myron," I said, and stuck my hand out for a handshake instead. I sat down quickly.
