For Neetha
“He’s really out of it.”
“Look for a key.”
“I told you, I’ve been through his pockets. There’s no goddamn handcuff key.”
“What about the combination? Maybe he wrote it down somewhere, put it in his wallet or something.”
“What, you think he’s a moron? He’s going to write down the combination and keep it on him?”
“So cut the chain. We take the case, we figure out how to open it later.”
“It looks way stronger than I thought. It’ll take me an hour to cut through.”
“You can’t get the cuff over his hand?”
“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m gonna have to cut it off.”
“I thought you said it would take forever to cut the cuff.”
“I’m not talking about the cuff.”