“Fuck,” Barry said, drawing out the word and infusing it with contempt. “What was that arsehole doing anywhere near Becky? Was Abby with her?”

“No,” Brian yawned, “Abby was at the ballet or something. Cassie said Becky seemed pretty shaken up by the encounter.”

“Was he threatening her?” Barry asked, his fists clenching.

“Cassie didn’t say. She just said it seemed that Adam wasn’t letting her leave the store. She intervened and helped Becky get ...