Charlie selected a spot in the motel restaurant facing the main door, while behind him was the kitchen's small door.
Having been an old policeman for decades, many things had already seeped into his very bones.
No matter who, as long as they came in through the main door, he could see them immediately.
But at the same time, no matter who, as long as they came in through the main door, to reach him would take about a fifteen-meter distance or so.
The briefcase he had on the table was steel-plated on both sides. The briefcase didn't have a lock, so it could unfold instantly, creating a temporary shield.
This way, whether he draws the weapon from the holster in his chest for a counterattack, or turns and dashes out through the kitchen's small door to leave, he has enough time to respond.
There were some people in the restaurant. Spring had arrived, and people who had been cooped up at home all winter were beginning to think about getting out and about.
