
The presence of one unknown to him backstage would halt the magician in his tracks. It was a requirement of his to know his LIMITED stage crew, for the sake of privacy and protection of the act ( of himself, one cannot kill on stage and perform true acts of magic without seeking ways to conceal his brutal truth ). The fellow looked ragged, certainly not one of his own self appointed staff.
“ Excuse me. “ his irritable tone wouldn’t be hidden, he’d like his concern to be known, “ You don’t work for me. “