“Hey, hey.” Wolf was alarmed. “OK, alright. Stay calm. No movin’.”
“I won’t move if you don’t go get Zoe.”
“But – she needs to know. She’s been goin’ out of her mind with worry.”
“Not yet. Please. Look, like you said, I have enough painkillers, so I’m not in any pain, right? And I need to know some stuff.”
“Ohhh-kaaaay.” Wolf’s unshaven face crinkled in confusion, but he respected his brother’s wishes and sat again. Right away, Scars visibly relaxed. “Ummm. What did you want to know?”
“The guys? Are they all OK? And the parlour?”
“Oh, yeah. A few burns on Saint’s arms, but that’s it. And as for the parlour, what fuckin’ parlour? Gone, man. Burned to the ground, pretty much. We have to tear it down and start again from scratch.”
“How the hell did this happen, Wolf? Was it an acciden
