With that, she, too, stormed off. Kit allowed his footsteps to slow to a halt. Just what had transpired between those two? Given Margo’s temper, he was afraid of the answer. But he had to know. Kit highsigned one of the returning Time Tours guides.
”What gives?”
The woman gave him a guarded look. -Uh … Hi, Kit. I think, maybe Malcolm ought to be the one to explain.” She hurried away before he could ask another question.
Kit muttered under his breath and called Malcolm’s number. The answering machine picked up. He swore and headed for the Down Time, but Malcolm hadn’t put in an appearance. Then Robert Li, the station’s antiquarian, skidded into the bar. He announced to the room at large, “You ain’t gonna believe it! Malcolm Moore just wiped up the mat with Sven Bailey. I mean put him on the ground out cold. What’s going on? I’ve never seen an expression like that on Malcolm’s face.”
Conversation exploded around Robert LI while Kit beat a hasty retreat. He headed straight for the gym and found Sven in his office, holding an ice pack to his head and groaning.
”Whadda you want?” Sven muttered
”I heard Malcolm knocked you out.”
”You don’t have to rub it in.”
”Did he say anything?”
Sven peeled a swollen eyelid. “No. All he said was, `Let’s spar.’ Next thing I know, Ann Mulhaney’s bending over me and someone’s yelling to call Rachel. Only thing I saw after I woke up was his back on the way out the door. What’s eating him, anyway?”
”I was hoping you could tell me,” Kit said grimly.
”Huh. Two weeks alone with Margo is my guess. She’d drive any man to violence.”