Knox is out the door before I can convince him otherwise.
I run after him, nearly slipping as I rush down the hallway. He’s already halfway down by the time I make it to the top of the steps.
“Knox!” I yell. “Stop!”
But he’s not listening. His body is tight with fury, all his restraint long gone.
By the time I push through the lobby door, he’s outside, and so is Joe, the night-duty security guard. Joe's hands are braced on his hips, looking like he’s trying to decide whether to intervene or call it in. Knox is already on Finn.
His fist connects with Finn’s face, and Finn stumbles back, slamming into the body of Knox’s car with a loud grunt. His casted arm hangs uselessly at his side, and before he can even catch his balance, Knox grabs him by the collar and throws another punch. Then
