The tattooed man's interest sharpened, eyes lighting up. The man with glasses and the one with dreads both glanced at Johnny without meaning to.
Johnny laughed again. It came out thin. "Wow. That's rough. What happened?"
Normally, Johnny handled pressure better than this. Don could see the strain in his shoulders, the way his hands kept moving without purpose.
Lily was probably right.
"The Deadly Damsels got hit," Don said.
Johnny reacted fast. "That area can get pretty dangerous," he said. "But don't worry, I'll put my people on it and contact Lily—"
"Oh?" the tattooed man cut in. "You own the DD?" He grinned. "Didn't know that. Shit, I used to hang there a lot when I was still… uh." He waved a hand vaguely. "New in town. I hear things changed."
Johnny shot him a hard look. "That's enough, Dominik," he snapped. "I'm sure our friend here is in a rush."
Don shrugged. "Well, I—"
His phone vibrated in his pocket.
He pulled it out just long enough to glance at the screen.
