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…!’ he said in disbelief, and then looked quickly around, noticing that the bouncer had stepped closely behind him. ‘What do you want?'

      ‘A name.’

      Angelos shook his head, nonplussed and not a little drunk.

      ‘What?’

      ‘The name,’ Demos repeated softly, ‘of the woman I was with tonight.'

      Angelos snorted. ‘You didn’t even get her name?’ He glanced around, saw that Althea was absent. ‘She tired of you quick, hey? She’ll come running to me. Althea and I go way back.'

      ‘Althea,’ Demos repeated in satisfaction. It suited her.

      ‘Althea Paranoussis,’ Angelos confirmed with a shrug. ‘Daddy’s little rich girl. Stupid sl—'

      ‘Don’t,’ Demos warned him. ‘Don’t speak of her again. Ever.’

      ‘What do you care?’ Angelos took a step backwards, and came up against the bouncer. ‘She left you anyway. She’s good at that.'

      ‘I’m finished here.’ Demos addressed the bouncer, then started down the street. He didn’t look back as Angelos was hustled into the club.

      Althea Paranoussis. He had a name. He knew how to find her. And he would, Demos thought with satisfaction. Soon.