“You did a great job,” he said.
“Great job? Loosing off a firearm? Assisting in assault and explosives offenses? You’re mad and I don’t even know what kind of b****y horror you’ve been involved in.”
“Saving a woman from a horrible death, what about that?”
“That was the police’s job.”
“Exactly, I put a great cop on the job and you saw it through like a pro.”
“You’re an evil bastard. You didn’t put me on any job. You lied to me and you tricked me. f**k you, Randolph. I never wanted to be a killer.”
“Who did you kill?”
“Christ knows. Some thug behind a door with a machine gun.”
“Sounds like a nasty character to me. What sort of person behaves like that to a lady?”
“I’ve got to hand myself in, Randolph. I can’t live with the guilt and dread of it all.”
“Now you’re being that weak lit
