Which Way?

A dog outside the back of the sunset grill picked up his ears. Someone inside the can in back of the Sunset Grill was mightily battling something of extreme agony.

Jack paid his bill with cash. Miss Marvel took it without inquery as to any customer satisfaction. She made a face and glanced towards the restrooms. He laughed heartily.

Jack emerged from the tired art deco front door, cleared his throat and spat into the dry azalia bush. He squinted north towards the direction the dark sedan had headed. Shit. He was going to San Luis Obispo. He guessed he could meander north to Frisco.