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booths.
    Preferring
not to discuss their earlier confrontation, Jennifer opened up the
conversation saying, “I just heard from my mother, Danny. She
still hopes I might be willing to reconcile.”
    “Well,
you do have only one mother, Jen, and she did put a lot of love and
effort into raising you. Maybe it's time you let bygones be bygones,”
said Danny.
    The
waitress took their orders and left.
    “Maybe,
maybe not. Probably not. So what about you two? I do admit that I can
see how you guys might be compatible.”
    “How's
that?” asked Renée.
    “Your
backgrounds, your temperaments; they're similar,” said the
captain.
    “What
do you know of my background?” Renée asked defensively.
    “Honey,
the FBI sent me a file an inch thick about you. I even know your
sexual preferences.”
    Danny and
Renée pretended to ignore the comment, both curious to see
where she might be going with it.
    There was a
pause, then Renée asked, “Does the FBI know I’m
here?”
    “That's
how I got them to deliver the file to my house last night. All I had
to do was agree to let them know when you'd be somewhere specific. I
knew you guys were back in town, and Danny always comes here for
breakfast. What's the difference? There aren't any arrest warrants
outstanding on you. It makes for good reading, Danny.”
    “Just
because you can't maintain any relationships, especially the one with
your own mother, you feel obliged to sabotage those of your friends,”
Renée accused her in a catty manner. “I understand it's
hard getting laid regularly at your age, but find another way of
dealing with it.”
    Perplexed,
Danny asked, “What the hell are you two going on about? Renée,
what happened to trying to make a new friend?”
    Jennifer's
word 'specific' began to bother Renée.
    “Danny,
does it seem unusual to you that the FBI would give her my file and
that they would even deliver it to her house? Come to think of it, I
seriously doubt they could even have that much of a file on me,”
said Renée. “That was Manuela's people, you stupid
bitch!”
    Just then
Danny's water glass shattered into pieces. All three observed a small
bullet-hole in the diner's window and dove for the floor. Both women
drew their weapons. Danny was good friends with the diner's owner who
kept a shotgun hidden behind the counter after having been robbed
several times.
    “Here,
Danny!” he shouted as he tossed it to him.
    The small
diner began getting pummeled by gunfire.
    “What
the hell is going on?!” shouted Captain Mahoney.
    “Your
infantile curiosity is gonna get us all killed, Mahoney!” Renée
shouted back.
    “How
many of them do you count?” Danny asked them.
    The
exchange of gunfire continued for several minutes, then Renée
said, “I count six of them.”
    “Seems
more like a dozen to me,” fretted the captain.
    The large
pane window shattered and collapsed; one of the attackers leapt into
the diner. Danny stood up and blew him away with the shotgun. Renée
picked up the man's weapon and now began returning fire with both
hands. The captain took a round in her neck. Sirens could be heard
entering the parking lot area as the outside gunfire escalated. Then,
as quickly as it had started, everything quieted down.
    “Are
you all right?!” Danny asked, as he held the suffering captain.
    She could
only mumble a little.
    “Manuela
sent her people to get me before I could get to her. This is the
first time anybody ever knew my exact whereabouts,” Renée
said.
    Captain
Mahoney attempted to speak as the other officers rushed in. “We
got three of them,” one of the cops claimed. She was taken to
the hospital moments later, struggling to breathe.
    “We'll
need you two to come down to the station and make a statement,”
said the lead officer.
    “Okay,
we'll be there directly,” Danny told him.
    Renée
leaned close and whispered, “Danny, we won't be safe there.
Those guys that got away went for reinforcements. They'll be back in
an hour