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apprising glare before motioning with a flick of the head for Brock to follow him. "Wait right here while I go see if Mickey wants to talk to you," he said, pointing to a small seating area near the foyer.
    "Thank you," Brock said.
    The man glanced at him with an expression that said, I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you , before taking off to talk to Mickey.
    Brock leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees as he waited anxiously to speak to Mickey. It took about five minutes, but the big guy finally appeared, walking toward Brock with a satisfied smile. He stopped in his tracks when Brock noticed him and waved, telling Brock to come with him. Brock did so without hesitation.
    "Thank you for making this happen," he said as they walked down the hall together.
    "I wouldn't get my hopes up if I was you, but I did my best to talk Mickey into hearing you out."
    "Thank you," Brock repeated.
    "You might not be thanking me in a minute," the man said. He let out a laugh. "I suppose he's gonna ask a favor of you." He said that last bit in hushed tones as he opened the door to what looked to be a big office area.
    The far wall was made up of windows looking at the beautiful back patio, and Mickey, who had been staring out of them, turned slowly in his desk chair when he heard the door open. There was another one of Mickey's goons sitting off to the left. Brock's military training kicked in, and he accessed the three men and calculated what it would take to defend himself against them—assuming of course that they weren't armed, which they probably were.
    "What can I help you with, Mr. Rollins?" The man at the desk said. He was an older man with balding white hair and a moustache.
    "Are you Mickey?" Brock asked.
    The man gave a curt nod and motioned for Brock to sit down, which he did.
    "Tyler Butterfield paid you with something that didn't belong to him, and I'm here to see about getting it back," Brock said.
    "You told Leo, and he told me," Mickey said with another slight nod.
    "I'd like to see about getting it back," Brock repeated.
    "You already told Leo that, and he told you I wasn't in the business of giving refunds. Your friend Tyler still owes me a grand. He's lucky I like him."
    "Well, he said he gave you a ring that belonged to me," Brock said. "It's a family heirloom, and I need to get it back."
    Mickey, Leo, and the other goon all laughed at Brock's nerve.
    "I'm willing to pay the thousand dollars Tyler still owes you along with whatever amount you gave him for the ring. I'd also be willing to throw in a piece of my art." Brock paused and looked around. "I see that you're a man of fine taste, and I think one of my pieces would fit well in your home."
    "What are you, a painter?"
    "No sir, I make furniture. But I've been told my stuff's more like art. I was featured in Home and Garden magazine, and I have thirty pieces about to go on display at the Hanover Gallery in Miami right now."
    "Home and Garden, huh?" Mickey asked looking ever so slightly impressed.
    "Yes sir."
    "How much does this furniture go for?"
    "Two to ten thousand depending on the piece," Brock said.
    Mickey sighed and regarded him thoughtfully. "The problem is, my lady's real fond of that ring."
    Brock's heart nearly leapt from his chest when Mickey mentioned it as if it still existed and may very well be in this house. He kept his expression neutral, trying not to show his excitement. "I'm sure she'd like a piece of custom made furniture, and like I said, I'd pay you for the ring and settle Tyler's debt."
    Mickey didn't say anything. He just looked Brock over the way he'd been doing the whole time. Finally, he shifted his attention to Leo, and gave him a smile. "You were right about his size," he said. "And he looks athletic. I think he might be perfect." Mickey turned to Brock who was now regarding him with a curious, cautious expression. "Do you know how to fight, kid?" he asked.
    Brock hadn't been called kid in a long time, but he gave the man a