Cal and Striker were in front of us and the goons were behind us, guns still methodically trained on us.
Striker looked back as we were walking, “Jim, we still don’t have to do this. Help us do in Randolph and you can join the fold and everything will be fine.”
Harrigan chuckled, “Shawn, the only fold I’m interested in is the fold in your backside where I’m going to put my boot! And as far as Randolph goes, he makes a thousand of the likes of you.”
That was probably the nicest thing Harrigan had ever said about me…