‘My Uncle Michael. He worries about me.’
‘And why not?’ Keogh said. ‘Desperate times.’
‘You don’t take prisoners, do you?’
‘I could never see the point.’
‘And you’re carrying. A Walther, from what I saw.’
‘Very knowledgeable for one so young.’
‘Oh, I know guns, mister, I was raised on them. What did you do after I left?’
‘I sent them on their way.’