Graves came out the other side and headed right toward a row of delivery vans.
Graves's feet shot out from under him. The man went down.
Pierce saw the ice too late. Shit.
Knight leapt over him. Like the guy was a damned track star in a former life or something.
Knight almost tackled Graves straight down to the icy pavement. Graves yelled out.
Somewhere nearby, a crowd cheered.
Pierce pushed himself up onto one elbow. Knight had Graves face down, knee in his back. He grabbed Graves's left wrist, yanked it behind him. Reached for the right.
Knight stopped.
The right sleeve of Graves's jacket was empty below the elbow. Nothing there. Just fabric, folded and pinned. Knight held Graves's left wrist against the small of his back. “Well, that complicates things a bit.”
Hell, had the man even broken a sweat? Miranda had griped that Agent Knight was a machine, Pierce was starting to wonder.
“Here.” Pierce tossed his cuffs to the other man. Knight caught them one-handed, then cuffed Graves’s wrist to Graves’s own belt.
"You good?" Knight asked.
"Fine. Mostly just my pride. Payton always was a better ice skater than the rest of us Ashers. Used to skate circles around us all and laugh like a little demon.”
Graves wasn't struggling. Just lying there on the ice.
Pierce got to his feet.
Workers were coming out of the loading dock doors. Stepping away from their forklifts. A dozen people now, watching.
"Got 'em, didn’t you? Good job, coppers! Got you a little weasel today!"
A woman's voice, coming from one of the docks. Graves cursed.
"Why'd you run?" Pierce asked. “We could have done this a whole lot differently.”
Graves just smirked. "Guess I just wanted to ice skate. Fuck, what do you guys want now? I am too old for this shit."
“We just have some questions.” Knight’s voice was as cold as the ice around them. The guy wasn’t even breathing heavy. Well, the only reason Pierce was winded was because he’d hit the ground hard. Damn it. He’d ripped the knee of his pants.
"Whew." The older woman watching from the dock just had to comment again. "I should have gone into law enforcement. Those copper boys are getting better looking by the day."
Someone whistled. More workers had gathered on the dock now. Probably half the damned factory.
"Look at that one's hiney," a woman almost old enough to be Pierce’s mother said, fanning herself. "I do love a well-dressed man in a suit."
Well, Pierce wasn’t wearing a suit. Guess she liked Knight’s ass better. Should he work on not being offended here?
"You can have Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Dangerous. I'll take the walking blond fantasy!"
Well, he’d never been called that before. The calls just kept coming after that. Pierce almost thought he and Knight should take a few bows or something.
"Cut it out! I'm trying to decide who's hotter!"
"Honey, at my age, I don't have time to decide. I'll take both. I can keep up with those two just fine!"
"Don't be shy, blondie! I don't bite!"
