‘You’ve got the wrong Indian.’
‘You’re half-Indian,’ the blonde corrected, smacking him on the shoulder. ‘And you barely look it.’
There was a moment of silence as Sean regarded his companion with an inscrutable heavy-lidded look. He returned to Alice. ‘Who cares. I don’t have a job.’
‘You’re Sean Dara, right? We used to work together.’
He peered at her. His eyes were the same color as Cheri’s, light brown with green. He shook his head. ‘Don’t remember.’
Alice forced herself to address the blonde. ‘Could you please give us a few minutes?’ The girl sat up and looked at Sean. ‘I’m just going to talk to him,’ Alice said. ‘It’ll be really quick and then you can come back.’
‘Jesus,’ Sean muttered. He exhaled, as if this were an everyday nuisance, a stream of female acolytes competing for
