Rainwater said as he waited with Mackay. “This guy’s a killer.” “I know what he is,” Mackay said, watching as Morrison walked down the corridor towards him. “That doesn’t change a damn thing.” “Don’t you think you’re out of your depth here? You can’t beat this guy.” “We’ll see.” Morrison stopped in the narrow corridor, looking Mackay up and down. “I’m told you want to fight with me.” He said, flicking his eyes to Russo. “And it seems our host has no problem with it.” “I don’t,” Russo said. “If he wants to get himself beaten to a pulp that’s up to him.” “You hear that, Mac? This is the last chance you’ll get to pull out.” Morrison said, offering a warm smile. “No, I want this.” Even though he was trying to hide it, Rainwater could see the uncertainty in Mackay’s eyes.
