In the living room, the TV voice broke and changed as someone flicked through the channels. That meant two things: Nat was home early, and something was worrying her.
Ally leaned on the edge of the doorway.
"Police are still searching for seven men--" the TV informed her, before Nate froze the screen. The faces of two of those seven men glared back at her.
"You're only scaring yourself."
"They're showing the photos now." Nate said, and rewound the report.
"So? If they turn up at the bar, the Boys will deal with them."
"Look at him." Nate pointed to one of the two faces now on the screen.
"Simon Raboso?" The name was familiar.
"That's Sim." Nat ran her hands through her hair. "My ex, remember?"
"I remember the name."
"Short guy, dark hair--"
"Got put away for beating up his pregnant girlfriend?"
"You're not worrying about him, surely?"
"Not about him." Nat turned off the TV. "Ally, he has friends who still come to the bar. What if he thinks he can, you know, come here for help or something?"
Ally thought for a moment. "I doubt he'd come here, Nate."
"What did you call me?"
Uh-oh. "Um, Nat...I meant Nat. Nat!"
"That's better. And he will come back, I guarantee, because I was the best he ever had, even if he did beat me up."
Ally withdrew into the kitchen. Her roommate was splitting into Nat and Nate again, like he always did when things got stressful.
It was going to be a long week.
Opening: Xenith.....Continuation: Khazar-khum