God, it had to have been him, Alfie thought. He was already starting to annoy him, but Alfie kept his cool, remembered the plan even though it was still a bit foggy in his mind. "I came with my sister," he said, nodding over to Laney. "I have to do a project on alcohol for school. I heard you were the best bartender on the island, and I really need a good grade."
He never pulled his eyes away from him, just sizing him up the entire time. He wondered how much he weighed, not that it even mattered much. He was just trying to figure out how long it would take to dispose of him. These were really evil thoughts, but Alfie just couldn't help it. All he kept thinking about was this dirty rat with his filthy paws all over his sister. "Please," he said, more forcefully than he meant to. "I really need your help. It's due next week."