"Now, dick, how much money do you have on you?"
The man continued to just stare at Harvey, so he repeated himself, "How. Much. Money. Do. You. Have. With. You?"
The man, still pinned against the wall, made a face and asked, "Why the fuck would you want to know that?"
And Harvey? He growled in response. A shiver ran down Mike's spine: Harvey was an attractive man when he was angry. Even so, Mike is glad that he's never pissed Havey off that bad.
"Mike?"
"Yeah, Harvey?"
"Reach into his pocket and grab his wallet for me, will ya, kid?"
"Whoa, whoa, what?" The man asked, squirming in Harvey's hold.
Harvey grinned maliciously, and then asked, "You wanna tell us which pocket it's in? Make my associate's life a little easier?"
The man suddenly stopped squirming, and smirked, looking pleased with himself. "Nope, he's gonna have to go in blind. Sorry."
Mike floundered for a second, unsure, but decided that disobeying Harvey would probably be a bad idea. He hesitantly put his hand in the guy's left pocket and came up empty. As he was pulling his hand out, the man groaned and exclaimed, "My, my, you're the prettiest boy to ever search me. Continue, please."
Mike tensed, confused by the man's sudden change in attitude-he went from scared to confident and downright creepy-and stared at Harvey, looking for answers. His boss's eyes were on the abuser, ignoring Mike's questioning gaze, so he steeled himself and continued.
After searching two other pockets and trying to ignore the obscene noises the man had continuously made, Mike found the wallet and gingerly pulled it out, handing it to Harvey. His boss nodded slightly, and Mike took that as permission to back away.
Standing back and clutching the puppy in his arms, Mike took a few deep breaths. Maybe he was a wuss, but the creepy abusive asshole had shaken him. He tuned out the man and Harvey's interaction and instead focused on the dog.
I hate how creepy I wrote this asshole..