The voice came from pretty low down, and was high-pitched enough for Conklin's brain to stop just for a moment - Jesus, a kid! What did he think he was doing?! - but the kid's arrival seemed to distract the would-be thief even more. He half-turned, and that was all the opening the retired spook needed.
Nobody ever expects to get their feet swept out from under them by a guy with a limp and a cane. But then it happens and you feel like a damn fool. Sweep the leg, Alex! No, not that one.
Once the wannabe thief hits the ground, Conklin plants his boot - his very obvious prosthetic foot - on the small of the kedan's back, and smirks. "Naughty, naughty. Didn't your mother ever teach you to respect your elders?"
Then he looks at the kid. Christ, he can't be much older than Jamie, David's son, who he'd give his life to protect - and nearly had. "What d'you think you're doing, following a thief into an alleyway?"
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Nobody ever expects to get their feet swept out from under them by a guy with a limp and a cane. But then it happens and you feel like a damn fool.
Sweep the leg, Alex! No, not that one.Once the wannabe thief hits the ground, Conklin plants his boot - his very obvious prosthetic foot - on the small of the kedan's back, and smirks. "Naughty, naughty. Didn't your mother ever teach you to respect your elders?"
Then he looks at the kid. Christ, he can't be much older than Jamie, David's son, who he'd give his life to protect - and nearly had. "What d'you think you're doing, following a thief into an alleyway?"