I sensed a figure brush past, dropping coins as they went. The money clattered against the wood of the coffee table, and I glanced up sharply in time to see the shadow of someone slinking out of the room, nearly made invisible by the curls of smoke and patrons crowding the entrance. I jumped to my feet, quickly counting the amount, realizing a moment later it was exactly what I owed.
isodora? lourdes?
