With his free hand, he dropped several bills beside his untouched plate.
“We need to leave.”
“Who are those men?”
“I’ll explain outside.”
He pulled me toward a doorway beside the kitchen.
“We need to leave.”
My heels struck the tile sharply, each step reminding me how difficult running would be.
I could not tell whether Richard feared those men or intended to hand me over to someone waiting behind the building.
***
The restaurant manager stepped into our path.
Richard feared those men.
“Sir, guests aren’t permitted through the kitchen.”
“We need another exit.”
The manager looked at Richard’s hand around my wrist, then met my eyes.
“Ma’am, do you want to go with him?”
“Sir, guests aren’t permitted through the kitchen.”
I pulled free.
“No. I don’t.”
