The other gym was bigger than Uncle Eddie’s, but Tab vaguely remembered it as being less busy. They had an annual interclub, and Eddie’s exuberant, “Bob! How’s the brats!” trumpeted from the minivan window said that this interclub hadn’t fallen on Aunt JuliKate’s girls’ day by coincidence.
Bob Tucker, one of Eddie’s own students from years back, was waiting in the gym car park, surrounded by his own students. Most of them grinned or nodded at the bus, but Tab’s eyes were drawn straight to Allen in the midst of them.
“How’d he get into another gym anyway?” he whispered to Nick, who snorted.
“Loads of gyms ignore the licensing rules,” he said, and shrugged. “And to be fair, he was just a t**t and there’s loads of professional boxers who’re t***s anyway.”
Tab scowled. Allen, eyeing him ri
