Other than a brief run during the last set to bring back Chinese food, Jake watched the whole show from his seat at the bar. Chet didn’t push him to buy drinks, as if sensing that something bigger than drinks was on the line. There was an air of finality about Phoebe that no one but Jake seemed aware of. She was getting ready to move, to act. But on what? All night he sat discarding plans to stop her from going so heedlessly into the danger zone. He knew in his gut that he didn’t have the power to stop her. God probably couldn’t stop her, he decided. She was one hell of a woman. He knew he was losing her, either to the shadow world or to jail. It might be a body blow he couldn’t recover from. There were, he believed, people who were meant to be together. Like his mom and dad. Like Matt a