"Hiya, babe. Good timing," I said.

Rohan still had that feral quality from our Tia encounter, emanating the off-kilter energy of a man on the verge of going postal.

I hustled us all into the shack of a restaurant that Ro and I had scoped out before the meet-up as the best venue to conduct our business. Aside from the galley kitchen there were maybe eight square wood tables with benches. A family of six squished in together around a table at the front eyed us warily, but ...