A corner of a hundred-dollar bill was showing?
Neville lowered his head and discovered that a tiny corner really was sticking out of his pocket, no bigger than a coin.
He was wearing a hoodie he had borrowed from Harry. They were about the same build, but its pockets were shallow, and he had left in a hurry.
He really hadn't noticed that tiny detail. But even with a bit showing, recognizing a hundred-dollar bill from that one corner, at night...
Wasn't the guy's eyesight-and his attention to detail-a little too good?
Neville looked at the thug in amazement. His stare made the thug uncomfortable, and he shifted about, making the jumble of accessories on his body jingle.
He deliberately exposed the black pistol tucked into his waistband.
"What are you looking at? Huh?
"Behave yourself and hand over the money!"
Neville shook his head and answered with remarkable honesty.
"No. This hundred dollars is very important to me. I can't give it to you."
The smile froze on the thug's face. He exchanged incredulous looks with his friends, then pulled his open jacket even wider to make the pistol at his waist more obvious.
Neville glanced at it and said sincerely,
"An M1911. A lovely pistol, but you don't seem to maintain it very well. My friend has two, too. He let me play with them." (Malfoy.)
"My idiot detector picked up an idiot nearby. Never thought it'd be you!" The thug finally lost it. "Get him! Stop wasting words on this idiot and take the money!"
The thugs beside him were already itching to act. One immediately lunged forward, grabbing Neville's arm to twist it behind his back, while another eagerly reached for his pocket.
Neville frowned. His arm moved like a wobbling noodle, and with just a