“I…no?”
The guard sat back. Crossed his hands over his chest and narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, but I think you are.”
“Okay, but that’s really not how things went at all.”
“Okay, but it kind of did.”
“I didn’t have a heart attack.”
“You had an attack that had you clutching your chest, though.”
The guard gave him a smile that Thom took as condescending, all the while doing that chin-tucked, side-to-side head bob that reminded Thom of every smart-assed jerk he’d dealt with before, now, and probably would have to continue to deal with in the future.
“I mean, I get that you’re embarrassed—”
“I’m not embarrassed!” Thom paused to check his voice. “It was a panic attack. Not a heart attack. Unfortunately, they’re something I deal with on a—”
“Well, what did you need the mouth to mouth for the
