"And we would make the best life coaches, is it? He's going to get us killed," And, in a typical moment of paranoia, Murphy realized that might've been the point all along. The mob wasn't exactly known for its startling record of loyalty, especially to guys like them. He frowned, taking one of the strips of cotton to wipe away a bit of excess blood and ink.
Finally looking up, he saw the lax look on Simon's face, scoffing a laugh. "What, are we supposed to tuck him in, or some shit?"