?Holy shit, Eddie. We killed him! What?re we gonna do? I can?t go to prison for this!?

?Relax, Dingo. Nobody?s going to find out about this. Hold on. Chill. I heard of this guy??

?What guy? Who, Eddie? Holy shit, holy shit! The Watch is going to find this and then we?re screwed!?

?Dingo, I said chill out. The Watch isn?t going to find out. I told you. Wait a sec, okay? Calm down. Sit. I?m going to call this number.?

?Who?re you calling, Eddie??

?Some guy. I don?t know his name.?

?You don?t know his name!??

?They call him a bunch of different things, all right??

?Like what??

?I heard one dude call him El Verdugo.?

?What the hell is that? Dwarvish??

?I don?t know. Some people have called him the Cleaner. The Eraser. Nobody really knows his name. All they know is that he makes shit like this go away.?

?Go away? Eddie! There?s blood everywhere! I don?t even know where his foot is! It went flying when you hacked it off! How can somebody just make this go away??

?I don?t know, Dingo! All I know is he does. People stand behind this guy a hundred percent. He gets the job done. No witnesses. No evidence. He just does. Now shut up while I make this call.?

. . .

?Hell- hello??

. . .

?Uh. Um. Pi-pick up??

?The fuck, man? Are you ordering take-out or--?

?Shhh, Dingo. Shut it.?

. . .

?Uh. Seven eighty-two Shoal Boulevard. Warehouse nine.?

. . .

?Er. Um. What? Fucker hung up on me.?

?He hung up on you!??

?Well. He said he?d be right here, and then he hung up.?

?Oh man, oh man, oh man, Eddie. I can?t go to jail!?

?Stop panicking, Dingo! He said he?d be here.?