Chapter 4

And here they came. Beau tracked four, no, there was a fifth who had skipped ahead to perch on a chair directly in Beau and Vin’s path.

“Hold this for a second, would you, Vin?” Beau handed Vin his drink cup. As far as Beau could tell, Vin hadn’t even glommed onto the incoming—how was that possible? Was he really that clueless? Or did he feel that same sheep-safe sense of security that most people did, and Beau was only noticing because he was on edge?

There went the out-stretched leg from the guy who’d dashed ahead, aiming to trip Vin and let him fall in the mess of leftover pasta and sauce. Without missing a beat, Beau kicked the guy in the back of the knee, steering the chattering Vin—still oblivious—around the obstruction.

A second guy, hands out as if to grab, appeared directly in their way. “Where d’you think…” Beau didn’t wait for him to finish.