‘Did you see that?’ he asked. ‘See what?’ ‘Pissed himself, the old guy. Wet those expensive robes of his,’ and he laughed. ‘Congratulations. You beat an old guy into pissing himself.’ The grin fell away. The young tough tossed his long hair from his pimply face. ‘You ever do any of that stuff Kargin says – cuttin’ ears and such?’ Kyle set his mouth in a leer and leaned close. ‘All the fucking time.’
