Tal limped out of the room, trying not to look too flustered, and went to stand by Alistair. Trying to make a show of solidarity and numbers. Things that could not be done lurking in the motel room doorway like children watching the parents arguing over their punishment.
"Look. Chen. If D'angelo is a problem, we'll get rid of him," she promised, mouth pressed into a thin line. She tried to pitch her voice low enough so it wouldn't carry to Macgruder but he was closing fast, and who knew if the dogs, with their disconcerting eyes, were all they appeared to be.