Malcolm Bright

Neal shakes his head in the negative. He inches closer, acutely aware of every step and motion and the possibility for it to give him away. He wants to see who's there. He wants a glimpse, just that much.

"It's none of your business," James growls.

There's the meaty sound of a fist hitting muscle, and James gasps. Neal's eyes go wide. He jerks forward, clearly intending to run out and see what's going on.