"You're the one that keeps fucking talking." Murphy switched hands to pat the man down and find what he was looking for.
Peter Bishop. Well, the Boston thing wasn't a lie at any rate. Or the wife and kid. And an FBI consultant. Fuck. He was a good man, doing a good thing. Fuck. Murphy set the wallet on the desk next to him. Then lowered the gun and pinched the bridge of his nose. He sucked in a deep breath before picking the wallet back up and digging through it.
After Murphy put it back on the desk, he held £10 up in Peter's line of sight. "For my trouble, aye?" This time he was actually asking.
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Peter Bishop. Well, the Boston thing wasn't a lie at any rate. Or the wife and kid. And an FBI consultant. Fuck. He was a good man, doing a good thing. Fuck. Murphy set the wallet on the desk next to him. Then lowered the gun and pinched the bridge of his nose. He sucked in a deep breath before picking the wallet back up and digging through it.
After Murphy put it back on the desk, he held £10 up in Peter's line of sight. "For my trouble, aye?" This time he was actually asking.