"Pete? Targets are in the restaurant." Came Lydia's voice through his earpiece. He pointedly, and noisily, sipped the last of his drink. Frank smiled and waved over the waiter for the bill.
"Time to go Caitlin. We need to check in at the hotel."
"Oh! OK." She quickly finished her strawberry milkshake. "Can we come back here?"
"Sure thing bunny." Frank stood. "We'll come back before we move on to California, OK? But we need to make sure you get a Chicago pizza first."
"OK."
They waited as Pete paid for their lunch.
"Let's get the car." He said returning.