A long, rolling laugh erupted from the handsome, dark-haired man seated only a few feet in front of her, at a small table near the back of the dark, crowded club. Shifting her weight slightly from one foot to the other, Chiedra stood with her back to the wall, looking out over the table and into the crowd. Her eyes scanned the people milling about continuously as she watched for any trouble that might come her way. Ricky Chiang was an important young man, particularly to his father, Tommy, and as such his safety was important as well.