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clear that you miss dance. I’m sorry you had to take time out of your career to be here to sort this out, I wish that there was another way.”
    “Oh, that,” she let out a breath, glad that she hadn’t been caught. “Sure, I guess. I thought I would like having a break, but I feel kind of …bored. Not that you guys aren’t fun.”
    He smiled.
    “No offense taken. The owner of Kulanu theatre has recently become a client of ours, and I understand they are having closed auditions next week. If you’d like, I could arrange that you could attend. I know auditioning is something you haven’t done in awhile…”
    “No, auditioning would be great,” she said, closing her eyes. The Kaluna theatre wasn’t anything spectacular, but she had always liked it. During the first world war, it had been a hiding place for many, and she always felt like there were great shows that came out of it, experimental works that weren’t tried anywhere else. It was the Kaluna theatre that had the ballerina dancing enpointe on top of steak knives. Behati always had a fascination with experimental and new theatre, all things she wasn’t allowed to do in the traditionalist Latvian National Ballet. “Can’t you go any faster?”
    “I’m going as fast as I can, love,” he replied, eyeing her. “Is there some reason you need to be at home.”
    “Skype call, with the theatre,” she lied. “In Latvia. Just to say hi to the girls.”
    “Right,” he glanced at the time. “It’s 2am in Latvia.”
    She shrugged, with a devilish smile.
    “And I’m quite sure they are up to no good. Can’t wait.”
    “Mm,” Adam replied, his mind already on other things. The Bluetooth rang in the car, interrupting them and Adam clicked the button on the steering wheel. Behati raised an eyebrow.
    “Fancy, old man,” she said, and he smirked as the call clicked on.
    “Got to stay with the times,” he replied. “Hello?”
    “Adam,” it was Rick’s voice that came through the stereo system, flat and monotone as always. On first impression, Behati hadn’t much liked Rick. She didn’t see why he had any reason to be depressed, with a successful life and a family that clearly cared about him. But the more she was around him, the more she realized that depression wasn’t always as it seemed. And it unexpectedly warmed her heart that to see the way Adam and Rick got along; the older always referring to the younger, including him and taking care of him. “Maurice is here.”
    “Maurice is at the house?” Adam said, clearly surprised. “Now?”
    “Yes. He wants to speak with you and only you.”
    “I’ll be there in 5. Please keep him busy,” Adam clicked off, his face furrowed.
    “Who’s Maurice?” Behati asked, momentarily distracted from counting down the metres until they were home on the GPS. It didn’t used to be like this. When it started, it was a leisure activity, something for fun, a social thing. She enjoyed the energy it gave her, the high and the lift.. but it took more and more to satisfy her cravings lately, and more frequently. She was running out of the supply she brought over, smuggled partly in her bag, partly on her body, and she wondered where she would find another dealer in such an uptight area.
    “He’s one of our new clients,” Adam said, tightly. “Behati, when we get home, I don’t want you hanging around, alright? Is there somewhere you can be?”
    “You’re embarrassed by me?” She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. The large hoop earrings and mess of red hair made her look like a gypsy today, but she didn’t think she looked particularly trashy.
    “Not at all,” he replied. “Maurice is not a good person to meet.”
    “Then why are you doing business with him?” she asked and Adam sighed.
    “That, my dear, is something I asked myself. Is that alright?”
    “Fine,” she replied, as they pulled into the driveway. They used the side door, which was normally reserved for the servants, and