“If you’re looking for the jewelry, we already found it,” he said, ignoring the look Kiko gave him. He wasn’t planning on doing anything too stupid, just play for time by handing over the contents of his pockets.
“Really,” said Joe. “And you waited to tell me?”
“Just let me…” Dom kept one hand in sight and pulled out the necklace from his pocket, slowly, letting it catch the terrible gym lighting. Joe stared.
“Hand those over and you can keep the eggs,” he said.
“And our shitty reporter?”
“Deal,” said Joe.
“Dom,” hissed Kiko, but Dom was already walking around the table.
“It’s fine,” he said, but Kiko was clenching the last egg in his fist.
Dom approached Joe slowly, one hand still up, the other clutching a handful of jewelry in front of him. Joe made him stop not far off, apparently considering whether he wanted to use the hand holding Clark or the knife to take what Dom was offering.
He chose the hand with the knife.