“Its not safe here.” whispered Malee.

“I am not safe anywhere, am I?” asked George pointing at 2 men who just came into the coffee shop.

“They are..” said Malee.

“Don’t worry. They are plain policemen. Had been following me since I was in the VIP room.” interrupted George while taking a sip.

“The food had arrived.” said one of them as the owner carried a tray full of traditional dishes. Malee noted the owner himself had not been changed much since she let the place years ago. A standing testament to the never-ending changes that were happening a few steps from there.

“What are you looking at, Malee? Eat Eat.” A voice from her friend broke her thought. Georgia was already half-finished from his plate. Malee wondered if it was as good as what they served in the VIP room. Malee wondered why George had followed her. Wasn’t he supposed to be with the master to mingle with the VIPs? She could imagine them furiously looking for him. Except Georgia, of course. She would probably know where he went to.

Just as she was about to empty her plate, a group of men came into the stall and surrounded the owner.

“Who are they?” asked Malee.

“They are from the den. The one on the right is their boss.” whispered one of her friends. Malee thought the dens had been caught since years after her father had been killed by them but it seemed they were coming back in full force.