"Oh, for God's sake!" Harrigan exclaimed. "What is it now, Randolph?"
"It's good to see you too, Harrigan," I said, smiling like an idiot, knowing it would piss him off.
Striker just looked at me like I was a nostril hair he'd found in the bottom of his bowl of tomato soup.
I gave Harrigan the I need to speak with you alone look and he turned to Striker and said, "Shawn, why don't you go on over to City Hall and get started and I'll join you in a little while?"
Striker just nodded and walked off.