Kyle caught his wrist, yanking it backward even as Madison clamped a hand over the man’s mouth to muffle his scream of pain. “You have no right-!” Albert began in a ragged voice, raising one hand to smack her. He watched Madison push Albert against the wall beside him, her mouth twisting in concentration as she patted him down. Kyle put his back against the door immediately, leaning his weight against it to keep it shut. No one was in the men’s toilet when they went inside. They made polite apologies in the form of small talk in case anyone was watching, but Albert didn’t seem to want to fight them. They went, with Madison and Kyle escorting Albert to the nearest bathroom, which was located in a hallway off an exhibit room and near a set of stairs that led to the first level.
“Now,” Kyle ordered in a low, harsh voice. “I-” Albert said, sweat breaking out on his brow. “Do go clean yourself up, Albert,” his wife sniffed, apparently more concerned about their appearance than her husband’s underhanded dealings that had brought them here. “We’ll be right back with your husband, ma’am,” Madison said with a polite tip of her head in the lady’s direction. The fact that the man knew what a blade felt like when it pressed up against his kidney, even through his bulk, told Kyle he wasn’t on the up and up at all.
“Let’s find the bathroom, shall we?” Kyle asked around a smile that was all teeth. He flattened his fingers against the blade, tucking it against the man’s side, hiding the threat in a gesture of apologetic concern. Kyle stepped closer, hiding the snap of his wrist that released a ceramic knife into his palm with a turn of his body. Guys? Katie asked, their tense exchange drawing her attention.
I need a better look, but yes, I think so, she sent back.
Kyle narrowed his eyes, watching the way the fabric of his vest pulled when he breathed, the way the textured fabric bunched over something underneath.
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