The words landed simply. No theater, no trembling outrage.
That simplicity made them harder to dismiss.
Davis, watching from behind the service counter, realized his hands were shaking against the edge of the metal tray rail.
He wondered whether he had done enough, or whether calling someone else was just another way of hiding.
His grandfather’s voice came back to him then, from a hospital room that smelled of coffee and antiseptic.
“Respect is easy when it costs you nothing, Danny. The test is when it sends a bill.”
Davis had hated that line when he was younger because it sounded like homework.
Now it sounded like a warning arriving too late.
Miller leaned closer, voice dropping so low only the nearest tables heard him.
“You don’t get to use old stories to disrespect me in front of my men.”
George studied him for a moment, and something like sadness moved through his pale eyes.
