Ren's words hung in the space between them. 'I need your help.'
Kofi stood on the sidewalk, the world tilting. A few minutes ago, his biggest problem was the unspoken awkwardness with Nina. Now, it was a gangster with a gambling debt.
Nina recovered first. Her shock hardened into sharp, analytical focus. She stepped forward, her arms crossed, and looked Ren up and down.
"Okay, biker boy. You don't get to just drop a bomb like that and walk away. We need details. All of them."
Ren looked at her, his expression a flat, unreadable mask. "I have given you the necessary information. A man named Silas is coming to town next week. He is a threat to Yuna. My direct approach to the problem is not advisable."
"Not good enough." Nina's voice was firm. "What does he look like? When exactly is he arriving? What does 'settle the account' mean? We are not going into this blind."
