What I’d like to do is lock the door and not let them in, but that’s just asking for trouble. I simply nod and grab a handful of laminated menus from the stack beneath the register. As I come around the counter, the bell above the front door tinkles and the first of the regulators comes inside. I don’t recognize him as any of the men Coby came in with that first time, but he’s not wearing McBane’s signature bandanna so at least there’s that. He leers at me, an ugly grin that shows a mouth full of rotted teeth, and then his gaze turns to Delia. I want to gouge his eyes out for the way he looks at her. Please Coby, I pray, wondering if it’ll do any good. Don’t wait until nine tonight, please. Come by now so I don’t have to put up with someone like that.
The thought of even suggesting mysel
