Rodrik and the men needed no further prompting, hurrying away from her. Each man kept his eyes trained on her until she was well out of sight. And they didn’t drop their guards then, either…
“Why do you eat that crap, Tony?” My assistant’s sudden question caused me to curse, and I nearly dropped carefully wrapped burrito in my hand.
I turned away from the table, heading back to the box I’d left behind and continued my trek up the small, cramped, staircase that led to my own miniscule quarters.
Not many people can create good characters – looking at you, Hollywood – so it’s a good idea to get a crash course on the subject!