December 1, 2016 by dellanioakes
“Maybe so, but I saw what I saw,” Cam replied, standing up. “You got a guy roughly my height, he’s not as fat as he tried to look, we figure that was padding.” The other bodyguards nodded. “There were half a dozen guards there and he barreled through like they were nothing. The smallest guard there was Steve’s size.”
Steve stood next to Cam. He was easily four inches taller and considerably heavier.
“Now, I didn’t go to college, and I’m not up on my physics, so bear with me. But if I’ve got six guys his size and one guy my size, and we don’t like each other, who do you think is gonna fall down?” He pointed from himself to Steve, spreading his hands toward Andretti and Phillips.
The owner and manager looked at one another uncomfortably.
“I dunno about you, but I’m thinkin’—me.”
© 2016 Dellani Oakes