"One a your X-brats vaporized him," he said cooly, eyes narrowed, "Your invitation to da funeral musta got lost in the mail."
He watched him remove the wallet, lips curling slightly. "Is da life I were born in to. Live fast an' die young, s'okay wit' me."
"He thought you were special. I didn' say you did. You ain't good for much wit' out those glasses any how. Maybe I think 'bout it, hmm? You take ma card and try da speech again," he said, tucking a glowing ace of hearts into Scott's pocket.