Lane's expression blanked, the smile fading away into nothing. "And if you had found what you were looking for? Would be only one of the tricks up my sleeve. How do you know I'm not otherwise armed, Jack? And what the fuck does it matter here?" He took a step forward, trying to get a grip on his anger. "Why the worry? Want to pat the rest of me down, too?" He knew the grin on his face was feral, and he didn't care. "Go ahead, Jack."