"Not here, they don't," I say, hand curving around Logan's shoulder, willing him to wake up, "Everyone here knows what you did. There's at least one guy here won't hesitate to put a fucking bullet in your head if anything happens to him. You won't get the chance to charm a jury like last time, so just back the fuck off."
He's a smart guy, and I'm banking on that. On his sense of self-preservation. 'Cause I'm stuck. I can't move Logan, the heavy fucker, and I sure as hell can't leave him here like this. Can't fight, can't run, so talking's all I've got left.
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Date: 2007-10-16 11:18 pm (UTC)He's a smart guy, and I'm banking on that. On his sense of self-preservation. 'Cause I'm stuck. I can't move Logan, the heavy fucker, and I sure as hell can't leave him here like this. Can't fight, can't run, so talking's all I've got left.
And I was always shit with words.