‘Hey Mo! I got a table. Carried it all the way here.’

‘Where’d you get it?’

‘Other side of the city. Riots going on.’

‘You looted it?’

‘I had to fight another woman off. Like an octopus, all tentacles. She had a chair. She wasn’t getting the table.’

Mo studied the pine table. ‘Anybody else see you?’

‘Everybody was taking things.’

‘The police…?’

‘… were nowhere.’

‘You did good, Saf. The house’s pretty bare.’