Connors stood before the stall, facing Symington. As Hawker and Green entered, Connors turned and the men could see he had a switchblade out and ready. Symington, in an awkward position on the toilet, was momentarily defenseless if Connors charged him.
“Steady, there,” Green said, and Connors hesitated.
“What’s going on in there?” came a voice from outside, probably the bartender.
“Block the door, Hawk,” Green said quietly. “Don’t let anyone in.”
Hawker did as he was told, even as he was wondering why Green made that request. It would seem to him that the more people they had in here with them, the easier it would be to control Connors. Putting his shoulder against the door, Hawker leaned hard against it even as the bartender was trying to push it open.
“I don’t know what this is all
