"Not good enough, Sonny." Bryce heard a metallic double click from under the counter, "Pull them hands slowly out from your back. Hold 'em out your side', palm ta' me, fingers spread. 'n don' move sudden again."
Bryce's jaw ached from grinding his teeth. He was being stuck up again. And this time he'd walked right into it. He did as told very slowly.
Once his hands stopped moving the senior started leaning back in his seat very slowly, never wavering or jostling his hands as he leaned farther back. "Sonny, I've seen your face before but I've never worked with you direct before. You roamed around my establishment and I recall your name but that means nothing when the dog shows up at my place without his master. The master played by the rules and paid in coin, in advance." Bryce
