“Really? Really!” the waitress stared at Bruno, looking him up and down, almost laughing in disbelief.

“Honey, this aint you.” Smirking, she deftly picked up the phone and began dialing 911.

“First off you aint’ Chinese.” She said making an attempt to read the name on the card to prove her point. Failing she simply popped her gum and continued.

“Secondly, this is the name of that rich Chinese businessman, whose been missing for the last week.”

Bruno had a sinking feeling, while Stanley, Sam, and Toby were slowly inching toward the front door.

For me it was like watching a train wreck, except I was standing on the tracks watching the incoming train.

“Here tell there’s a big reward too.” She smiled broadly, eyeing the small group like yesterday’s cash receipt’s.

Tires screeched, and sirens blared as cop cars pulled up to the all night diner. This time they were looking for a little more than doughnuts and joe.