Harry simply looked at her. He had no words, couldn't manage anything but the anger inside of him. Slater had been a right pal, a best mate to Mary. To Harry, he'd never been nothing more than a killer. And the thing that made him most angry, most angry in all the world, was the fact that he couldn't tell who Mary would side with. And after all this bad luck recently, it seemed to him that it would be Slater.
"So. What do you want to tell me? Or do you just want me to go have a few drinks with Slater first? Get to know what a nice bastard he really is?" He managed, balled fists shaking slightly.