Just as the tension in the air could be cut with a knife, a small object suddenly fell from Harry's pocket.
Both Rosemary and the head of the bodyguard saw it clearly - it was a folding knife that now laid exposed for all to see.
Harry glanced back at them, his movements hurried as he scooped up the knife and stuffed it into his pocket, his face awash with a shade of panic.
"Hold it right there!"
The bodyguard stepped forward, "You dropped something. Show us what it is!"
Beverly's face fleetingly betrayed her nerves before she regained her composure, "It's a precaution,we've advised him to take."
"Yeah, when Mr. Lucas Collins and Mrs. Beverly Collins don't have their bodyguards around, I carry this. It's for their protection. Don't tell me you guys don't carry something similar?" Harry retorted.
The head of the bodyguard was momentarily speechless; he carried a weapon, yes, but not a folding knife.
His gut was screaming that this driver was bad news.
