Shayne sprang over to Violet and yanked her out of the crossfire, nudging her back into the café ahead of him. He shook crumbs out of his hair as he came in. Then he declared to the room, “I’m tapping out.” Dranian nodded from the counter. He removed his apron and walked by without a word, grabbing a tray of pudding cups on his way out to the street. Violet watched as Dranian started throwing them at the knit-covered women, splattering the bug-eyed glasses girl right in the mouth.
