“Whoever this is, whoever’s coming for me,” I say, clearly and distinctly over the alarm, “they were just waiting for you clowns to clear my friends away from the waiting area. They knew they’d never get past them, not head-on. You’ve killed me yourself, Garcia. I won’t get my day in court, and you’ll get your nice silk blouse soaked with your own blood, instead of that promotion you were hoping for.”
