7.
“Don’t turn around, Mr. Baker,” comes the odd, nasally voice I’ve come to recognize in a very short time. “Don’t even breathe or I will destroy your liver.”
I feel the sharp tip of a second flying knife pressed against my abdomen.
To the right of the exit door I spot another door. It says For Employees Only. I can’t be sure, but if I had to guess, it’s a bathroom. The bald man is smaller than me, thinner. I’m wondering if he’s quicker too.
Only one way to find out.
Spinning fast, I grab hold of his wrist. I squeeze the wrist hard and the knife falls from his hand to the concrete floor. Then, reaching into my pocket, I grab the gun, thumb back the hammer, press the barrel to his now sweat-soaked forehead.
“Let’s take a powder, Baldy,” I say, pulling him into the bathroom.
I lock t
