Denise

They pulled up in front of what looked like a small restaurant (the man called it a 'bistro'). A middle-aged woman with graying hair was anxiously waiting for them. Well... the man, at least. "Thank goodness you're here! I'm so sorry to call you out at this hour but Shukree's gotten mugged, poor boy, and he had a full set of our keys in hand at that time and those bastards took them. Now I don't dare leave the shop! If they know where he worked they could walk in and steal everything any time they wanted!"