“What about him?” Nick said, speaking for the first time.
“He’ll come with us.”
“It would be better…” Nick began, but Emily shook her head.
“He’ll come with us,” she repeated.
She went over to the desk and put on a light coat.
“Get a taxi,” she said.
Max changed his white coat for a black one, put on his bowler hat and picked up an umbrella.
“It’s raining,” he said gloomily
While Poncho went for a taxi, Nick stood over George, threatening him with the razor. Somehow George felt no fear. He was hollow, without feeling, disinterested.
They waited, while the rain fell outside, and the sound of distant traffic vibrated the big windows.