‘Welcome to single motherhood,’ she said. ‘Are Mike and Billy doing security tonight?’
‘Yes, they’ll be in at seven.’
Her face cleared. ‘Good.’
I didn’t want to freak her out by saying if the bikies turned up, I doubted very much if Mike and Billy would be of any use at all. They were locals, not authorised to carry guns, and their main job was to make sure drunks didn’t drive home, and to break up fist fights. Not protect us from a bikie gang. I thought they’d need a tank and a grenade launcher or two to manage that.
I ate early, and then hovered near the bistro, waiting for Carl to sit down for dinner. Kelly was waitressing and I had to assure her that everything was OK. Finally, after sitting in the main bar for more than an hour, putting away several scotches, Carl ambled into the
