don't work for you, Richie. I told you already, I'm not going to describe the phones or the cars or anything that doesn't pertain directly to our discussion. This is my session; I'll tell you what you need to know. That's how we do it."
"It won't work. You were in Berlin. If I don't ask why, I get dinged when they read the report."
"Alright, ask."
"What were you doing in Berlin?"
"None of your fucking business."
The Irishman smiled. "Well, now I am beginning to like you, Inspector.
Why, I don't know, exactly. It gives me the feeling I'm falling down a well."