“Whatcha got? Whatcha got?” Bailey repeated, his head flipping from side to side like a tetherball. “I wanna see what you’re gonna sell. If you’ve got it all figured out, I wanna see what you’re gonna sell.”
The tenacious landlord clearly wasn’t buying Sean’s story. His bluff had been called. Sean’s mouth opened, but the words didn’t flow. He looked like a fish snagged by a hook.
Bailey threw up his hands in the air, waiting impatiently for a response with arched eyebrows and wild eyes.
Ding-ding!
Sean’s body almost collapsed to the floor. The loud chirp of Toby Parker’s bike bell from outside the open front door pierced Sean’s skull like a bullet. As always, the kid’s timing was impeccable. Sean clenched his fists, and his eyes lost their focus. He felt himself off-balance, the room s
