After a brief scuffle, Big took Little’s knife and then took Little into the hallway for a discussion. When they came back two hours later, Ean still hadn’t managed to liberate himself from the chair. Say what you might about Little’s intelligence: he was still very good at tying knots. And impersonating doorbells.
That was a low trick, Little growled at Ean.
More to the point, said Big, it crossed a Line.
Little nodded. So we’ve decided to kill you, he said. Lets see who’s all clever then.
Big chuckled. Now, how about a last request?
Ean gaped for a minute, thinking furiously. Well, he said, Not killing me would be nice.
Big snorted. Not for you, dumbass. From you. I just spent the last two hours explaining the dangers of gullibility and over-exposure to violence to my friend, here. I’m parched. He grinned and smacked the end of a crowbar against his palm. So: you got anything to drink, or should we proceed straight to the the skull crushing?