I FELT LIKE calling a cop. It passed.
Max didn't like any of it. When he gets like that, he acts like he can't read my hand signals. Everything takes longer.
None of our crew ever messed in Wesley's business. We didn't work the same side of the street. Max knew the myth; I knew the man. They both played the same. Finally, I got through to Max: if Wesley wanted me, bringing him along would just add another target. I played my trump card. Religion. Our religion. Revenge. If Wesley hit me, Max would have to square it. He bowed in agreement. I could always talk him into anything.
And I wasn't going alone.