"So, what? You just hopped back on the nine-fifteen to Vision Ville long enough to get my life story?" He didn't buy that -- chances were she was a demon or an angel or any number of other things -- but he'd bite. To a certain extent, anyway. As soon as he got out of here, assuming he did make it out of this, he'd give Bobby a call and see if she checked out. If she did ... well, honestly, he didn't know what he'd do if she did. He'd made a promise to Sam, and whatever was going on in Cleveland clearly had something to do with a job and breaking said promise, so ...
"And, uh, maybe you missed the memo, but I made a promise that I wouldn't go back to that crap, so whatever you saw or think you saw or whatever? I'm done." He could quit cold turkey just fine, thank you very much. "So find some other schmuck to send off to whatever big bad's waitin' in Cleveland."
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"And, uh, maybe you missed the memo, but I made a promise that I wouldn't go back to that crap, so whatever you saw or think you saw or whatever? I'm done." He could quit cold turkey just fine, thank you very much. "So find some other schmuck to send off to whatever big bad's waitin' in Cleveland."