She jogged up to the entrance of Shelly’s Diner and opened the door, glancing quickly around at the two other occupants before taking a seat at the bar.

"The usual thanks George," Alice yelled out to the big black man in the kitchen, whose head had popped out when the bells at the door’s entrance had jingled. The man nodded and his head disappeared, only to reappear minutes later with toast, coffee and a small envelope. "Thanks George."

"Always a pleasure Charlie," he replied warmly. He handed Alice the envelope underneath her coffee, and the blonde carefully slipped it into her pocket before taking a sip of her drink. "How’s life for you missy?"

"Nothing to write home about," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "How’s Maria and the kids?"

"Good, good. Leslie just started her senior year and Max is… well Max is himself, still absolutely obsessed with sports. Has himself convinced that he’s gonna be the next big thing in baseball."

"Good luck to him with that," Alice said genuinely, giving the man a smile. She took a few quick bites out of her toast and drank the rest of her coffee before putting down a tenner and getting up from her seat. "Say hi to them all for me. I’ll see you soon no doubt."

"No doubt Charlie," He replied warmly. "You take care of yourself."

"I’m still here, aren’t I?" Alice flashed him a smile before exiting the diner, into the dark.

Closing and locking her door, Alice sat down at her desk and lit a cigarette before taking out the envelope from George. Opening it carefully, she took a look at the passport photo enclosed of a woman in her mid thirties before going onto the sheet of paper that had accompanied it.

"Tonya Doyle," Alice murmured to herself as she glanced at the information on the sheet. Born in 1974, father was a doctor, mother was a teacher, both deceased. No siblings. Originally from Kentucky, now situated in L.A. Occupation, Sports agent…