"Do I really need a reason to come visit my oldest and dearest friend?" I asked as I grinned at Kip.
"No," Harrigan said as he opened the driver's side door of his car, "but that never stopped you before."
"I just need to ask a coupla questions," I said truthfully.
Harrigan grunted. "Get in the backseat, Randolph."
Kip slid into the passenger's side and I got in the backseat behind him.
"Okay," Harrigan said, pulling out into the substantial mid-day traffic, "what are these burning questions, Randolph?"
"Have you ever heard of a hit man called Mr. Saint?"