He spits into his own handkerchief, a bloodied gob of spit, and then tucks it into his pocket.
"They knew who I was, Alfie," he says, and now his voice has gone raspy and irritated. "Even if only three'll live to report to Sabini." The man had bled out while the others were beating Tommy, and he'd shot two of the others. Hopefully badly enough that they still won't make it to Sabini.
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Date: 2015-09-17 07:51 pm (UTC)"They knew who I was, Alfie," he says, and now his voice has gone raspy and irritated. "Even if only three'll live to report to Sabini." The man had bled out while the others were beating Tommy, and he'd shot two of the others. Hopefully badly enough that they still won't make it to Sabini.