The other mechanics working on the hydraulic lifts stopped turning wrenches, watching in tense, uncomfortable silence.
Toby took a deep breath, nodding calmly as he began gathering his personal tools from the bench.
Behind Croft, the old man slowly pocketed the twenty-dollar bill. His frail, helpless demeanor vanished entirely. His posture straightened, and an unmistakable aura of command filled his sharp blue eyes.
Reaching into the deep inner pocket of his worn canvas jacket, he pulled out a sleek black smartphone.
He pressed a single direct speed-dial, held the phone to his ear, and spoke with absolute, chilling authority:
"Send everyone here."
He paused, his eyes narrowing as he locked his gaze onto Croft’s sneering face.
"Right now."