STRANGER (4)
CHAPTER FOUR Brendan dug his hands in his pocket and stalked into the diner. His 6"2 frame stood out in the chattering diner, he looked scruffy and unkempt and his beards had started to grow. Larry sat at a the far end of the small diner , deep in thought with furrowed brows and his gaze fixed on the newspaper he was reading, with a slight frown, and an untouched cup of coffee on the table. He caught his brothers blond hair seated at the boot with a newspaper in his hand and an untouched cup of coffee in front of him. Brendan sunk into the seat before him and sniffed severally. His brother looked up at him. His expression blank and emotionless as always. “Where have you been Brendan? The police have been looking all over for you. What happened?” “I got a motel. I didn’t know what to do” he said. “Your wife was murdered in your home, the police are looking for you and you've been what? drinking? Do you understand that y...