Davey pushed long hair out of his face again. He liked to read at corner tables in quiet out-of-the-way restaurants where his noisy roommates couldn't disturb him.

He looked up, aware of someone looming over him. He expected to tell a waiter that, no, he did not need any more coffee.

Two large men stood between him and the room. "Come with us, Miss," said the one with the mustache.

"Miss?" said Davey. "I'm afraid you're making a mistake."

The mustache shook his head. "No. But you will if you don't come along without making a scene."