Though Vivian had declared that his short spiked bleach blonde hair looked "sexy," he thought it looked ridiculous. But he couldn't use the hipster beard disguise again, just in case Gertie had described him to Charlene. He'd added some makeup to give himself a bad complexion (which Vivian did not declare to be sexy).

He spent about half an hour outside of the Italian restaurant, watching for people who seemed to be waiting in vehicles for no particular reason. The restaurant had a large parking lot and there really wasn't anywhere for somebody to keep tabs on the area while pretending to do something other than lurk outside of a restaurant. Of course, the same was true for him, but if a police officer approached his car, he'd just say that he was waiting for his dinner date, and then he'd abandon the plan. But it was pretty clear that nobody was watching the place.

Ken got out of the car. Now he had to be bold. Not suicidally bold, but bold.

He waited for a couple to walk through the front door, and followed immediately behind them. While they spoke with the hostess, he walked past them and through the restaurant.

There she was.

She was with a table of four, taking a glass from a diner who apparently wanted a refill.  She didn't glance over at Ken as he walked by her. He imagined grabbing a handful of her hair, twisting it around his fingers, then slamming her head into the table, enjoying the screaming of the customers as her teeth bounced into their spaghetti.

But, of course, his plan wasn't that bold. He walked into the bathroom. An elderly gentleman was washing his hands. After he left, Ken checked to make sure the stall was vacant. He'd hoped the restroom would be the one-person-at-a-time model, so he could lock the door, but as long as nobody had a full bladder in the next thirty seconds he'd be fine.

He took out his burner phone and called the restaurant.

"Davey's Italian Grill," a woman answered. "How may I help you?"

"My name is Richard Goshen of the Emergency Response Team. We've received a credible bomb threat at your location. We've dispatched a bomb squad, but we need you to evacuate the restaurant immediately. Don't say it's a bomb. Call it a 'situation' so you don't cause panic. Just get everybody outside in a quick and orderly fashion and make sure they're at least five hundred feet away from the building. Do you understand?"

"Is this a joke?"

"It is not a joke and we have reason to believe the culprit has every intention of detonating the device. We'll be there in less than four minutes, but you need to get everybody out of the building right away. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Yes, sir. I'll do it right now."