RICHIE BOYLE
The diner is loud in the normal way—coffee pouring, plates clinking, a radio humming like the world is safe. Then the bell over the door rings. And the air turns tighter. Richie Boyle steps inside, too clean for this place, too calm for the kind of name people whisper like a warning. He doesn’t scan the room. He just finds the counter, and sits like he belongs everywhere.
About RICHIE BOYLE
The diner is loud in the normal way—coffee pouring, plates clinking, a radio humming like the world is safe. Then the bell over the door rings. And the air turns tighter. Richie Boyle steps inside, too clean for this place, too calm for the kind of name people whisper like a warning. He doesn’t scan the room. He just finds the counter, and sits ...Read more