Well, he could toss her out, but she wasn’t by God going to quit!
While Margo showered and changed, Kit sent Malcolm off with enough pocket change for a good, solid meal, then phoned to transfer funds into Malcolm’s account to cover the sparring session and damages sustained He had further plans for the guide concerning his granddaughter’s training, which meant he didn’t want Malcolm quitting for good before Margo’s lessons had even begun. Malcolm didn’t know it yet, but he was about to become substantially richer-and probably a little bit greyer. Kit shook his head. Who’d have guessed the kid would work him over so thoroughly?
He took advantage of Margo’s tardiness in the shower to hunt up the next of Margo’s instructors. The weapons ranges were nearly empty. Ann Vinh Mulhaney was seated cross-legged on the floor next to an empty shooting bench, cleaning several break-action revolvers.
”Hi, Kit,” she smiled. “I hear Margo gave Malcolm a working over.”
”News travels fast,” he chuckled. `Poor Malcolm. He’ll get over it, though. Especially when I offer him the chance to get even.”
Ann laughed “Poor Margo. Where is the Wunderkind, by the way?”
Showering. I think she’s in there sulking, actually. She, er, didn’t do so well against Aikido.”
”So I heard. What’s up? Rumors are flying that you plan to teach her to scout, but I didn’t put much stock in them.”
Kit scratched the back of his head. “Well, actually …I want you to teach her to shoot.”
”You want me to what?” Ann Vinh Mulhaney’s eyes widened. TT-86’s resident firearms instructor planted hands on slender hips, ignoring smears of carbon residue and solvent on her hands. “Don’t tell me those rumors are true?”