Hardy scrubbed a hand down his face and blew out a long, tired breath as he walked to the diner. He was pretty certain this place was worse than Broadchurch. At least there they still had some sense of law and order. Even if they went about it the wrong way. Small town coppers and all that.
With a shake of his head, Hardy stepped into the diner and glanced around. After getting himself a tea, he walked over to the table Joe sat at.