Outside, Rich was waiting on his bike.

“Rich.. thanks. What you said, that was really great. Just right.”

“Yeah, well..” he shrugged and looked away, embarrassed again. “You believe all that? What you said to him?”

Viv’s turn to shrug. “It’s not exactly a question of believing. It’s just the way the world works, far as I’ve seen. The wheel, the lady, that’s the way I live. Though you don’t necessarily have to mention that to Marcus, him and his lot are so catholic they think protestants have a lot to answer for. You?”

“I don’t know. I’ve just seen so much... I don’t know.” Rich said thoughtfully. “It’s just as good an answer as any I’ve heard.”

Viv grinned and patted his back as she got on the bike. “That’s the other way I usually put it. Thee and I will get along just fine.”

Rich grinned and started the bike. “So, I guess me and Mac are what you need right now?”

Viv laughed and put her arms around his waist. “Oh yeah, I need you. I need you to get me back to work before I get fired.”

“In a hurry huh? Just hang on.” Rich grinned wickedly, and left tyre marks as he roared away.