Everyone in the joint was looking at us, including Tiffany Cross, wide-eyed from the stage.
"Not such a tough guy now, are ya, smart ass?"
I was trying to see what kind of man Bobby Diamond was. And now I knew. From the goons that bookended him to the instant pulling of the gun when he felt threatened, I could see that he was a cowardly little man with a Napoleon complex. I could've easily disarmed him and made him eat that damned gun, but I didn't want to tip my hand just yet.
"I'll leave," I quietly said...