The man by the door didn't look amused at all at hearing the comparison. His gaze became more steely and his shoulders tensed. I swiveled my chair so I was facing him.
"Sam," Mr. Solomon said in a tone that was part warning and part pleading.
"Don't worry. I won't hurt him."
That really got the guy's blood going. His eyes narrowed and he looked at Mr. Solomon for the first time to see if he was being put-on. It was very tempting to mess with him, but I had already seen how badly I could rattle the most professionally-scary people and that was kind of unsettling. I mean, you'd think that the most elite ex-Force Recon, ex-Green Beret, ex-SEAL, ex-Delta, ex-whatever special operations unit I might have missed would be made of sterner stuff, but every one of them I had met so far had very n
