That thought hadn't even occurred to her and she throws Curtis a glance now, one that makes it clear how much that frightens her. Ever since those guys had taken her money and broken her guitar, she's been more careful about leaving the bars where she plays late and alone. Now she has people wait for her or she has Curtis meet her, but she hadn't intended on keeping that up forever.

She thinks of someone seeing her play, though, thinks of them following her home, watching her unlock the apartment door, and it sinks fear deep into her, the sort that doesn't easily let go.

But then there's another tremendous bang at the door and it shakes in the frame and Beth's gaze swings back there, though she takes a step closer to Curtis. "They're coming through," she says.