Chapter 59: A Secret
I could tell the man holding me didn’t believe a word I had said, but I was being completely honest. A deal had been made for his dinner, his favorite gun, and his favorite knife. All he had to have was a bit of trust, and he would see.
"Okay," smiled the man, walking through the door with a giant four on it. "My place is on the 22nd floor, so it will be nice not to have to walk up the stairs.
Just as the door closed behind us, I heard a voice calling out, "Hey, Tank, what’s up, man?"
"Not much, Solo," grunted my guard... Tank. "Just taking my treasure back home. You?"
"Apparently, I’ve got front gate duty," sighed the new man, Solo. "You wouldn’t know anything about that... right?"
"Not a clue," replied Tank with a shrug, but I could feel his chest vibrating against my side as he held back his laughter. "Have fun. It’s colder than a witch’s—" Stopping suddenly, I felt Tank look down at me. "It’s extremely cold outside."
Solo passed by us, brushing against me as he walked toward the stairway he just left. Tank, feeling Solo touching me, took a step back.
"You okay, Lamb?" he asked, running his free hand up and down my arm and back as if to make sure that I didn’t have any cuts on me. "Solo is known for his knife skills. I need to know that he hasn’t hurt you."
"It wouldn’t be the first time I bled," I replied, pointing to the long cut on my face. "But there is no way he can draw my blood that easily. Or at least, there is no way for him to draw my blood and live."