"What do you want,” commanded Brian, a note of irritation fluttering at the edge of his words. “It better be good.”
"A friend of mine…” she thought a moment about lying but then thought against it. Brian’s security, Garwood, probably knew everything anyway. She sighed, deflated, shoulders slumping. “A friend beat Jose up bad – really bad - and put him in hospital. And now Jose is threatening to sue him. I tried talking to Jose,” she started, “but he- he-“ she blinked back tears, took a deep breath. Shook it off. Got to the point. “I came to ask if you could convince Jose to stop. Maybe change his mind and to not sue Kevin." She planted her palms on the back of the armchair.
“So it was you.” Brian’s cheeks dimpled. “It was you and your friend who broke his nose and ribs."
“It wasn’t me
