Chapter 3

Aldo was glowing.

He had been running this food truck for eight years, and this was the very first time anyone told him his bacon smelled good at three-thirty in the morning.

He happily threw two double cheeseburgers on the grill, dropped a basket of onion rings into the fryer, and slid a couple of free Cokes across the counter.

"Listen up," Aldo said, smashing patties onto the hot griddle. "Three kinds of people come to my truck after midnight: the starving, the sleepless, and the ones who don't want to go home."

He pointed his spatula at a guy…