Jamal Washington watched the crowd milling in front of the Wongs’ restaurant across the street. Most of the kids he recognized from the neighborhood or high school. Most of them were trouble only when teachers and parents weren’t looking. All of them were friends of Mark Li. Or had been.
He looked over his shoulder. “We should call the cops, Rain.” The elderly Wongs wouldn’t. It wasn’t in them to make a fuss. By the time they did, it would be too late.
At the ancient wood counter, Rain Bean looked up from her paperwork and peered over the tops of her reading glasses. Her eyes narrowed when she caught sight of the mob. “What’s going on over there?”
Jamal blinked in surprise. The owner of Morrigan’s Cauldron was usually plugged into the Greenwich Village gossip network. “You didn’t hear?”
She turned her sharp gaze on him.
He shrugged. “Shan’s ex-boyfriend Mark hung himself last night.”
Her expression turned quizzical. “Really?”
He didn’t say anything. No reason to since Rain’s freaky ESP probably already knew he was involved. Sort of.
Her silver eyebrows knitted a frown. “Did you tie the knot on the rope?”
His eyes widened. “Shit, no!”
A wicked smile lit her face. “Then quit feeling guilty. Mark Li was a bully and a—”
Someone banged on the delivery door of the store. Rain inclined her head toward the back. “Go let Shan in.” She resumed staring at the crowd.
Threads of unease wiggled their way up his spine. It wasn’t that Rain knew things. He’d learned from the time he could walk that he couldn’t get away with anything around her. No, it was the anger sparking in Rain’s eyes. It took a lot to piss off the old woman.