"Oh the local sheriffs didn't tell you? I got close in Minnesota to taking him out. Up until the fat ass sheriff and his deputy decided to start smokin' pot about a quarter mile away from where you were looking at the victim. Indiana, I got the jump on the guy right? Some dude by the name of Cameron locked me up in his cruiser overnight. Thought that you asked him to do it. He moved on to Ohio after that. Then, in Ohio, well you remember. You had me escorted out of town. So, if you need someone to blame, blame yourself. I'm not takin' the blame for Lydecker."
Cracked my window because it was getting hot in the car, and he hadn't turned the air on. "Oh, fuck you. You have no idea how I grew up. And, somehow if you do? You'd be wise to not mention it. Sorry if you're too busy with real world problems. Someone has to take care of the real monsters of the world."
If he kept talking I so was gonna hop out of this traffic and call ahead to Sam and tell him to shoot him.