If Daniel had coloring, he would have blanched. He reached backward and felt around to make sure Holly was behind him.

“I mean,” he said, “This isn’t the greatest spot to kill somebody. There’s—” he looked around helplessly for a reason and spotted lights at the end of the alley. He gestured emphatically “Cars! Employees taking smoke breaks. It’s just… you know it’s bad for our—” He scowled at the woman with her shoulders to the bricks. “Why aren’t you running?”