“I know who you are,” Amos said. The big man had been so quiet that both Murtry and Holden started with surprise. “Who am I?” Murtry asked, playing along. “A killer,” Amos said. His face was expressionless, his tone light. “You’ve got a nifty excuse and the shiny badge to make you seem right, but that’s not what this is about. You got off on smoking that guy in front of everyone. You can’t wait to do it again.” “Is that right?” Murtry asked. “Yeah. So, one killer to another, you don’t want to try that shit with us.”
