me with his mouth open while he rubbed his right hand with his left.
âThink âobstruction,ââ I said. I put the telephone back to my ear.
âWhat on earth are you pounding on?â said Wendy.
âSorry,â I said. âThere must be some way to reschedule.â
Ken dove onto the desk and grabbed my tie. I bopped him on the nose with the telephone. Lorna stood with her right hand inside her purse. Ken let go of my tie and grabbed his face with both hands. I switched the telephone to my left hand and put it back up to my ear.
Harold started for the door. âIâm calling the police!â
I held up my hand. âWait!â
Harold stopped, his face drained of color. âHave you lost your mind?â
âHow soon do you want your money back?â
Kenâs right hand went back to his hip pocket. By the time he got his butterfly knife up to my throat Lornaâs purse crashed to the floor, she had a double handful of Walther, and I had the front sight of my Detonics .45 inside Kenâs left nostril.
âWhat is going on, and whatâs all that pounding?â asked Wendy.
âA man is holding a knife to my throat.â
âDonât shoot him,â said Wendy. âIf you shoot him youâll miss the meeting with Scott.â
âHere, you talk to him,â I said. I held out the telephone for Ken to take. His face was less than a foot from mine, and he looked like he had just discovered a cabbage in his bowling bag.
I waggled the telephone a little. âItâs my wife,â I said and nodded affirmatively.
He took the telephone with his left hand and raised it to take a swipe at me. I thumbed the hammer on my lead launcher, and he lowered the telephone to his ear in short jerks.
He listened for a few beats. âYeah,â he said. âYeah, a brown check suit.â
âOh, shit,â I said. âNow Iâm in trouble.â
âMaybe you can bury him in it,â he said.
I couldnât hear what Wendy said, but Ken was done talking. His eyeswent from narrow slits to saucer circles, and his face flushed. The knife rolled out of his hand and clunked onto the desk. He handed the telephone back and showed me his empty hands.
I took the telephone. âThanks, doll,â I said. âLooks like we have that cleared up. Just a sec.â I took the handset off my ear and pressed it to my chest.
âYouâre crowding the desk, pard,â I said. âYou want to get back over on your side?â I arched my eyebrows, twitched his nose with the muzzle, and added, âPretty please?â
Kenâs moustache started to pulse, and his eyes crossed. I kicked my chair back. Ken snatched the bandanna off his head, clamped it over his face and sneezed.
âBless you,â I said.
âThanks,â he said through the bandanna. He rolled over on his back, sat up facing away from me, and wiped his nose. I snapped up the safety on the pistol. He stashed the hanky in his hip pocket and scooted off the desk.
I used the muzzle to slap shot the butterfly knife across the desk top. âPut that in your pocket.â I returned the telephone to my ear. Wendy was already talking.
ââyour fault. You wore that damn suit. I put it out for the clothing drive.â
âYeah,â I said, âbut I like this suit.â
âItâs ugly.â
Ken cast Lorna a sidelong glance while she studied him over the sights of the Walther. âJust nothing sudden,â she said.
âIt was ugly when you bought it and the pants are too tight,â said Wendy.
âNot anymore,â I said. Wendy didnât answer.
With his index fingers Ken folded the halves of the handle around the blade of the knife as it lay on the desk. âIâm going to pick it up now,â he said. He put it in his hip pocket with his right hand.
âOkay Hon,â I said into the telephone. âWhere do I meet