...Oh, crap. "Nothing's going on," he said, immediately, and pulled upright. Yes, he could carry it. "Sorry, phrased it oddly." Mitchell flashed a vaguely disarming smile in Jack's direction and hoped to God everyone would buy it.

"...You said it sends a clear message," George said. He wasn't thrown. "To who?"

Fuck, fuck.

"The neighbourhood. You know, all the locals."