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"Yeah, well, that may be true, but we've got one more building to cover
before we break for lunch."

Coop looked at their list. The address was right up the street. It was
what appeared to be an old apartment building, with four apartments on
each floor, and about ten floors for them to cover.

"Jesus, Jerse, that's gonna take all day," he complained.

"Standing here and griping about it won't make us finish any sooner."

Coop grabbed her arm before she could walk off. "Hey, at least let's get
a cup of coffee at that diner over there," he said, pointing across the
street to a small cafe.

"All right," she replied, "but only a ten-minute break, then it's back
to work."

"You got it," he said as they crossed the street.

The diner seemed typical for what they'd seen of downtown Indianapolis.
There was a long counter with stools covered with stained and torn
plastic, and several booths with formica tables lining the front
windows. Coop took a corner booth, where he had a good view of the
street and the people coming and going along the sidewalk, as was
protocol when in a hot zone.

Jersey picked up a menu, then rubbed her fingers together, grimacing.
"Now I know what they mean when they say 'greasy spoon restaurant.' "

Coop gave an uncertain half grin. "Well, the coffee's probably safe anyway."

A waitress approached, her dress as grease-stained as the menu. "Yeah,
whatta ya have?"

Coop raised his eyebrows and looked at Jersey. She held up the menu to
the waitress. "A cup of hot tea, please."

"And a cup of coffee," added Coop.

A few minutes later, the waitress plopped the cups down, slopping the
coffee and water into the saucers, and sauntered off. Coop shook his
head and placed napkins in the saucers to absorb the liquid, then looked
around for some sugar.

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