Duke hadn't been home ten minutes when there was a knock on his front door. Crystal, he assumed, had either come to apologize or explain her relationship with Angus. Whatever her motivation, he told himself as he approached the door he would lay down the law once again about how they needed to work together.
Unfortunately for Duke, it wasn't Crystal at his door: it was Tanya of all people.
“Hiya, Duke," she said and waved, proudly displaying another new neon hair color.
“Tanya," Duke said, looking around as though the explanation hovered somewhere near her, “what's up?"
“Yee-ah, so Nicolette called and said we're supposed to meet here – something about, hm… she said it was something."
“Nicolette called you?" he asked, quite confused.
“Yee-ah. Said you wanted to like, I dunno, talk a
