Saturday nods her understanding. "You can deal with the nice man talking, or you can deal with his big muscley friends and their fuckoff guns. Been on all three sides of that one."

She recognizes in Stacia what the werewolf had seen in her, earlier: the twin and twined desires to talk and not talk about something that isn't your fault, except for all the ways that it is.

"That's the one drawback with a tight crew," she says quietly. "Love's stronger'n'money, but it takes more outta you. You wanna talk about it, or forget about it?"