Harold was keeping as calm as he could on the surface, but inside he was practically hyperventilating. He took a deep breath and shook his head. "You're.. putting all the blame on me! You're putting words in my mouth! I never... this isn't.. Sal, you're not hearing the whole story-"
He could feel himself sweating, his cool evaporating away like a puddle in the sun. "It was all just a mistake!" He blurted finally.