“Clark Schnee,” he said. “From the Angus Observer. Are you Joey Fleischer? If you have a moment, I’d be very interested in a chat.”
Joey stared at the reporter, not pulling his hands from his pockets, but he’d gotten very tense. Dom got the feeling that he hadn’t been expecting to be identified. Clark, ever pushy, just grinned harder and dug himself in deeper.
“Those eggs were donated by the late Sarah Mulligan, if you’re curious.” He paused. “I bet you are.”
It was clearly the wrong thing to say. Kiko was in the middle of opening his mouth to say something to distract from Clark’s prying when Joey moved. He was fast; in the blink of an eye, he had Clark’s arm twisted behind his back and a hunting knife at his throat.
Dom did not think this was going to end well.
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