“Luis, I need you to find out exactly who owns this horse! I think I’ll sue ’em for damages.”
Ricardo shakes his head. “We want no trouble, sir. We fix everything.”
The boss glowers at Maxzyne. “Yeah? Well, there’s one thing I’m about to fix, folks. I’m calling the police about this trespasser!”
Maxzyne is aghast. Is he talking about me? There is no time to run. Instead, two thick arms with hairy wrists grab her. Mr. Stryker is quick for such a big man. His bruising grip pinches her elbow.
“Ouch! You’re hurting me,” she shrieks. “I didn’t do anything!”
“Tell it to the cops, missy.” He leans into her face. “Once they write their report, maybe I sue you for damages.”
She tries to duck sideways but can’t escape. He notices her dusty khaki pants and upturned polo shirt with the school monogram beneath the borrowed leather jacket. His bushy salt-and-pepper eyebrows rise. “A private school brat like you must have parents who’ll cough up some cash,” he sneers. His fat pink lips turn up at the corners. Somehow, it makes his grizzled beard and mustache seem to twitch.
Ricardo looks worried. “Let her go, Mr. Stryker. I’ll see there’s no more trouble.”
“Who’s the boss here, anyway?” the angry man roars. His face and neck streak red as he glowers at Ricardo.
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