The booze wasn't excessive; just one bottle per person, and that was it. Mia behaved quite well tonight, having her drink and braised pork before obediently going upstairs to sleep with Ruth Wilcox.
The night passed without incident, but in the predawn hours of the next day, while Yusuf Zuck was still sound asleep, suddenly, there was a knocking at his door.
"Who is it?" Yusuf Zuck jolted upright.
"Yusuf, get up, there's something urgent." Ruth's voice came from outside the door.
"Oh, okay, right away, right away." Yusuf Zuck, sensing the urgency in Ruth's voice, rubbed his face and got out of bed immediately.
Shortly after, Yusuf Zuck emerged and saw Ruth Wilcox with a face full of worry.
Indeed, her complexion looked awful, and it was more than just lack of sleep; she also appeared to be deeply troubled.
"What's wrong?" Yusuf Zuck frowned.