Ludwig's, Flossmoor Village
He looked like the dead in the soft glow of the street lamps - the pretty dead. Eric talked on his cell phone with one hand resting on his hip. He nodded. His blond hair appeared white in the lamp light. He paced, but stayed on the sidewalk outside the gated drive.
He pushed two buttons on his cell phone before slipping it into his jean's pocket under his black leather coat.