The Eyes of Death

Dane

Tank got up, shrugging his massive shoulders, ambled around the table and out the door. As it clicked shut behind him, Lila started to shift like she might get up and leave too, but Dane grabbed her hand and held it down on her thigh until she relaxed. 

Then he turned to his brother. "Look, Chris, I get it, okay? But there's no way to change it now. So, either you let me off the hook, or you choose someone else to run point for this. I'm not wasting energy on fighting with you for weeks about this."

"Admit it," Chris snarled.

"Admit what?"

"Admit that you should have told me."

Dane frowned. "Is that what this is about?"

"Admit it," Chris leaned forward, one finger pointed at the table. "Admit that you put this entire company at risk, along with yourself, because you didn't trust me."