"You think you can do that? I put plastic bags on their heads, and I watched them die. I orchestrated it. I killed their sons to confuse them." He looked out the window as she turned into his complex, checking his pants for his keys. "I don't feel guilty. And I won't repent. They deserved it. Park there." He wondered how they were managing to have such an esoteric conversation while driving - and with him tipsy, no less.