Drio blurred out of sight, the dart thunking into the wall behind him. He dropped the armful of books he'd been holding and turned on me like an enraged bull. I could practically see steam coming out of his nostrils, his bellow a curse-laden Italian.
Baruch strode across the room, plucked the rifle from my hands, and snapped it in two.
"That was a perfectly good tranquilizer gun." Ms. Clara jabbed him in the chest. "You'll be filling out the paperwork for that. In triplicate."
Baruch snorted and tossed the halves on the ground.
I blinked stupidly at the bickering twosome. How were they here?
"Nee." Ari stumbled back a step, letting out a huge breath.