Monday, 3:50pm
Ching's Laundry, South Side
Lichtenhart said:
"I didn't do anything to her. I only want to talk with you. Dozer sent me. Don't you have anything for him? He knows you've got it."
Josh looks at the old man's eyes, as he learned to do on the ring, trying to predict the direction of the next attack. If Freddie attacks him, he'll immediately try to grapple the man and pin him to the ground. (readied action)
"Again?! Last week and now again?!" The man tightened up on his bat, looking for a moment as if he was about to step forward and swing. He stared at Joshua for what seemed like minutes, and then finally sighed. "Go and get my box," he instructed quietly to the girl, not taking his eyes from the much bigger man.
"Daddy! No!" she protested, reddened eyes widening. "You said I could get a computer! Why do they have to take our money--"
"Go!" he commanded harshly.
With a fresh round of silent tears and a defiant, angry look at Joshua, the girl disappeared into the back room, creaked up the stairs and then back down a minute later, bringing a beat-up gray shoebox to her father.
Keeping one eye on Joshua, the older man lifted the lid and pulled out a wad of one-dollar bills bound with a rubber band. "Here," he cursed, throwing it at Joshua's chest. "I only have half. You come back friday for the other."