Derby scowled darkly, quickly snapping his sunglasses back on over his eyes to contain himself. They were smooth and mirrorlike, matching the silky smooth rage that displayed itself upon his marble face. Tad just told him... no?!
"Spencer, where do you think you're going? Do you have any idea what you are saying? You're a damned fool. Haven't you ever heard of involuntary manslaughter?" Derby snorted, turning his nose up at Tad. "Of course not. You're in business."
He stopped in his snobbery steamroller for a moment and affected a slightly softer look at Tad. This wasn't about Jimmy anymore, it was about bringing Tad back under his thumb. "You should trust me, you know. I was only trying to use my knowledge to help you."
This was all very dull, still. If it had been like before, if Bif had been there, he would have grabbed Hopkins by the neck, snapped his head off like a dandelion, and left him to bleed all over the boardwalk deck. It would have been such an impressive display of physical prowess, like a Roman gladiator performing for his emperor. It would have been--
Sigh. Nevermind.
Why were such thoughts so unrelentingly distracting...?