"If you can get me into the apartment before they enter, I may be able to convince them not to look further into her actions," Jim said, but took hold of Clark's arm with his left. That grip would be secure. What wasn't secure was exactly what Jim meant by 'convince.'

He was ever so slightly out of practice. But so long as he retreated into instinct, he knew he would be fine. "I'm ready," he said, shoulders straightening, waiting for Clark to move.