The taste of cold coffee usually made Mason cringe, but today he didn’t even notice as the cool liquid passed his lips. He was deep in thought and overflowing with worry. Finally he was brought to his senses by the clatter of a far off waitress dropping a stack of plates. He looked around the familiar diner. It was almost empty, except for him and a group of 3 older gentlemen, who looked as if they had been coming here since the moon first appeared in the sky. A few waitresses wandered around pretending to be busy. Janet wiped off the firm wooden counter, while Barb was sweeping up the chunks of broken glass off the chipped tile floor. A huge plate appeared at the tiny window connecting the bar to the kitchen. Janet brought over the decorative …show more content…
Although Janet hadn’t directed them to mason, he was now seriously considering going to them for help, but one thought kept sticking in his head. ‘What if they’re Cops? Or worse, FBI.’ He would have been contempt to sit there and let it all remain a mystery, but he wanted to know what had happened to his best friend. He stood up and went over to them. “I think I have some information for you, can you help me?” “Who are you?” The shorter of the two said, although he still towered over Mason. “My name is Mason Black, Josh was my roommate.” “Do you know what happened to him?” The larger one with the long hair said. He seemed rather eager, which mason found unsettling. “ I’d rather not say it here with people around.” “What? It’s just us and two harmless waitresses.” The shorter one said. Mason looked at where the old men had sat but they were no longer there. He guessed they must have left while he was thinking. “Ok, are you guys police or FBI?” ‘Neither.” they both replied “Well then what are you.” Mason knew they must be something as they gave off a sense of