9: Deva Deva Was she being paranoid? Away from the gallery—away from those men—Deva breathed easier. She slipped off her jacket, hung it on the back of the door, then lay on the pull-down bunk. Creepy was just that—some creepy guy coming on to a younger girl. Wasn’t the first time Deva had been on the receiving end of attention like that, and it wouldn’t be the last. She knew how to take care of herself. But she did recognise that other man. The tall one. didLanky. That’s how she’d think of him. Creepy, Lanky and…and the other one was Shorty. Not the most imaginative of names, but they were pretending to be boring businessmen, right? After ten minutes Deva showered. The cubicle was small, but she’d used smaller, and the water was warm and strong, leaving her skin tingling al