"What'll you have, sweetie?"
"Coffee." He ran a hand through his hair. "And maybe some pie?"
She brought him the cup and saucer, pushed over the caddy containing packets of sugar and cream. A police car pulled up outside while she poured, then another, and then two more. She finally noticed the pistol in his belt. "They here for you?"
He looked over his shoulder. "Yeah."
"I've got a daughter."
"You got a back door?"
"They'll have the back covered too."
"It's for you." He tore open a sugar packet. "Go on. But bring me that piece of pie first."