“Funny customers,” he said at once, getting himself a beer and one for me, at least you could always trust Randy to do the right thing. Ignoring Doris, who joined the worried cluster of Ashlee and Dave, he sat beside me, saying again as he handed me the beer, “Funny customers. Shrike’s bunch, you know, they’re big-time fuckups, I don’t know if you want them anywhere near that room.”
