Page 90 of Sticky Fingers
“Malcolm, listen,” Detective Strong says. “I’ve known you since you were a fucking kid. I’ve waited for the day that I wouldn’t have to worry about you going to jail. Your time to be free from me looking over your shoulder has come.”
I’m silent.
“But I’m not going to go easy on you just because you did ninety-nine percent of the things right and then did one very bad thing,” he says. “I don’t care about how you did this or that... All I care about is that painting and getting it back. And trust me on this, I’m going to find it, one way or another. You can mark my words. And if all this was a game to jerk me around, and if you have anything to do with the robbery…”
“I don’t,” I growl right back at him. “Now let us go. Our friends are waiting.”
With that, I simply force our way past the detective.
“I’ll be watching,” I still hear him say as Dominic and Daphne wave us over.
“And so will I!” Peter yells.
I know you will, you assholes, I think to myself,I know you will.
