“I feel bad for ruining his life,” Norm said.
I started hyperventilating.
“What?” Roger shrieked. “He had a hit out on all of us.”
“Just self-preservation,” Norm mumbled.
“I’ll preserve his—” and Roger used his Marine-vocabulary for a good fifty syllables.
“Are you through?” I asked.
Roger ratcheted his head to the left. I think his neck popped five times. “Meh.”