Floyd was handling his switchblade with meticulous care, the blade slicing through the air as he snapped it open and shut rapidly. He took pleasure in the motion along his fingers, only half-listening to the syndicate members as they strategized about the looming threat.
A week had passed since Lucielle had come home, and things were progressing better than he had anticipated, considering her car accident. Aside from a few grimaces and shallow breaths on her part, Lucielle was adapting well to her injuries, which gave Floyd hope that she would be completely recovered in the next month.
He knew she was more eager for that day to arrive than even he was, as Floyd had been quite strict with his conditions for her recovery. He didn't want Lucielle leaving her apartment for at least the first
