“Those steaks smell good,” Kevin says, grabbing a beer. He hands it to Henry, and takes one for himself. “If you’re a chef, Rose’s Kitchen is in need of once since her last chef won a hundred grand from the lottery and moved to Florida. She’s got a punk working for her now, but she still has to do double-duty since he’s not that good. I could talk to her for you and put in a good word.”
“Thanks, that would be great,” Henry says, retrieving a metal spatula. “I do a lot of business online, like selling stuff on eBay and such. I make a decent living, but honest to Pete the costs are so high down in the Cities, I had to move. How long have you been up here?”
“A little over five years. I really wanted to be in the FBI, but needed a job in the meantime. So, I applied and got a job as a city cop. What brought you all the way up here to Charity? Why not someplace bigger like Bemidji or Thief River Falls?”