Ryan grabbed Mike's arm.
Mike grabbed Danny's arm.
Danny, to his credit, was already moving.
The three of them were up the stairs before the sound reached them.
They came out onto the street at a pace that wasn't quite running but the closest it could be to it.
They went a block, turned, went another block, and stopped in a doorway.
All three of them breathing hard.
"Did he — " Mike started.
A single muffled sound from somewhere below and behind them.
All three of them looked at each other.
"The boar," Danny said.
"Not us," Ryan said.
"Not us," Mike confirmed.
They stood in the doorway for a moment.
"We lost five thousand dollars," Ryan said.
"You lost five thousand," Mike said. "I lost five hundred."
"I feel like that distinction matters less than it did an hour ago."
Danny was looking at something on his phone. "We're four blocks from my old office."
Ryan looked at him.
