"Something like that, yeah." He turned his attention to the strip of buildings slowly growing in numbers and shrinking in size. He scanned each building as they passed it, the memory of blowing through this place on more than one occasion coming back to him. "If not, we'll find one between here and Chickasaw. Have to." Or he was kind of screwed. He had to have a copy shop with a color copier, or he was boned as far as finding out what the whole deal in Chickasaw was.

Not that Sellz needed to know that.

The diner appeared a few moments later, and he pointed vaguely in its direction with the hand resting atop the steering wheel. "There it is. Best burger in Alabama." And was it a dump. Run down, full of old men at the counter, and looking for all the world like food poisoning's summer house. Not that...That kind of appearance had ever run Dean off before, which was why he slowed down to pull next to the curb and park. "Their coffee's okay, too."