Jessica picked up a menu and began browsing the selection of meals. Her stomach growled, and she remembered she’d only had the black coffee for breakfast. She weighed the options. Order a full all-day breakfast and worry about being judged by Holliday in the pathetic way women did when eating in front of a hot guy. Or just have eggs and then have to stop by an In-N-Out for a burger on the way back to the motel.

“Why would I recognize it?” she asked.

“Well, it’s not changed much since ’92,” Holliday said casually. “I thought you might remember the place.”

Jessica felt a chill creep down her back. She swallowed hard and lowered the menu. Holliday was looking at her intently, head cocked slightly to one side.

“What did you just say?” she asked.

Had Alicia Lavelle been to this restaurant with her mother shortly before the woman’s death? Had Holliday made the connection between Alicia and Jessica? Was bringing her here his idea of a sick joke?

“Reservoir Dogs,” he said.

Jessica stared at him blankly.

“The tipping scene,” he said. “You know, when Steve Buscemi’s character, Mr. Pink, refuses to leave a tip for the waitress, and the others call him out for being a cheap bastard? It was filmed right here, in this restaurant. Man, I can’t believe it was twenty-five years ago.”

“I’ve never seen the movie.”

“You’ve never seen Reservoir Dogs?” Holliday asked incredulously. “It’s a classic. I’m not sure we can be friends if you’ve never seen Reservoir Dogs.”

“I didn’t realize we were friends.”

Holliday’s cheeks reddened, and he turned his attention back to the menu. “I’m going for a full all-day breakfast. How about you?”

“Ditto.”

He nodded approvingly.

The waitress took their orders and brought over a couple of Diet Cokes. They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, sipping their sodas, before Holliday spoke again. It was the conversation Jessica had been waiting for.

“Your client is Alicia Lavelle?” he said in a low voice. “What the fuck is that all about, Jessica?”

“I told you I wasn’t going to discuss any of the details with you. A deal’s a deal. You agreed.”

He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “That was before you told me you’re working for someone who’s been missing for the last twenty-five years. If you’d pulled the pin on a grenade and thrown it into my motel room, I’d have been less surprised.”

Jessica shrugged and said nothing.

Holliday glanced around the restaurant and leaned in closer. “People have been searching for Alicia Lavelle for more than two decades, and you know exactly where she is. You don’t think you should be sharing that information with the authorities?”

“No. At least not yet. And if you don’t change the subject fast, then I’m walking out of here right now.”