'I'm taking this silence as a mad big yes, Jacky-boy. You have been with her plenty.'
'No,' he said quietly. 'We're just friends.'
'For real?' Jane looked at him oddly.
'For real.'
'Well, it's all good and all.' Jane clicked her tongue. 'But are you sure she knows that?'
Jack felt a tingle travel over his skin, but before he could ask Jane what the hell she was talking about, a black Porsche came screaming out of a side street, turned, and came up fast behind them.
It was the car he'd seen outside Woody's place. The low, sleek automobile could barely contain the thugs it carried, five of them in all, jostling around inside, laughing and jeering.
The Porsche surged forwards and smashed into the back of the Lexus. Rolland was thrown forwards into the back of the driver's seat.
'Seat belt!' Jack yelled to Rolland before turning to Jane. 'Who are they? You know them?'
'They are Stroke's gang,' she replied, trying to accelerate away.