Frankie slipped into the diner quietly, giving a friendly nod to a waitress he saw fairly often but who never seemed to remember him. He carried his envelope in one hand, tapping it onto the flattened palm of the other as he walked, searching out a familiar face or two.
He probably should have declined to attend all together, given his recent run-ins, but it reminded him far too much of Clue to resist. He loved that god damn movie.