“Do them good to see it again,” Honey said as we started down. “They like to dismiss you as a liability. Let them see you fight.” “I’d have lost if Adam and Tad hadn’t shown up,” I told her. “That lot, most of them, would have lost when the dog started his attack,” she said, unperturbed. She gave me a laughing glance. “What I really wish, though, is that there had been a camera at your house when Adam tore a strip off Christy when she wasted time playing stupid games with his phone when you were calling for help. I’d pay a lot of money to have gotten to see that.”
