"Yeah...sometimes I wonder why you're you know. Doin' this though." He shrugged and glanced over at her for a moment, "I mean I've been kind of a dick to you since we've met. It's just who I am and what I do."
He looked back at the road and merged onto the highway toward Mexico. It really was a good time of the day, any later and it'd be too hot, any earlier he would have needed to stop for four coffees on the way. "I appreciate it though. I do Marisol. Which is why I'll take care of the two of you without any argument...but you can't expect too much more from me. I'm not a good guy."