Dustin didn’t need to ask why, Jewel read the question on Dustin’s face. “Oh, fuck this,” Jewel said, turning to face Emil with a huff. “Last time I checked this was goddamn North America, pal. You think you’re going to walk around throwing out threats to one of my friends? I think not. You can explain your little rant to the cops when they get here.” Jewel paused, listened to the phone connect before he continued, “You know, right before they throw your insane little ass in prison.”
The way Emil’s eyes widened would have been comical if Dustin hadn’t been so angry. “Fine, dog,” Emil snarled. “But consider this a curse—”