Miriam grabbed the third mug and plonked herself down in an armchair by the window. “Geez, this lot are hard work,” she sighed, slurping her drink. “They’ve eaten all the food, drunk all the drink the boss man paid for and are set on driving Alfie mad, wanting this, that and the other.”
“Why’s he dealing with them?” Logan didn’t take the second mug but shoved his hands deep into his pockets and narrowed his eyes.
Miriam shrugged. “He said to leave you alone,” she answered. Her brow furrowed. “He thinks they sneaked in their own drink. We’ll lose our licence if anyone reports them.” She jumped at the sound of squealing from the balcony. A trouser leg appeared over the railing separating Hana’s from the rest, followed by a body and head. Hana watched in amazement as a man scaled the railin
