That was enough.
I took out my phone and called 911.
Kyle laughed.
“Go ahead. Who do you think they’ll believe?”
When the dispatcher answered, I spoke clearly.
“My name is Frank Delgado. I’m the owner of Rosie’s Restaurant on Grand Avenue. My manager has just become physically aggressive toward me and an employee. I also believe there may be an illegal payment-card device inside the restaurant. We need officers to investigate.”
Kyle froze.
His confidence disappeared.
Amber stared at me.
“Wait. You’re Frank Delgado?”
I removed my gray knitted cap.
“Hello, Amber. I’m very glad to meet you.”
Kyle turned and hurried back into the restaurant.
I followed.
When I reached the hostess desk, Madison was holding the small black device.
Kyle was demanding that she give it to him.
“Madison,” I said firmly, “put it on the counter.”
She looked between us.
“The police are coming,” I continued. “Don’t make this worse by hiding anything.”
