Finlay stopped again. This time for effect. He looked at me.
The kid tensed up. He was just about hopping from foot to foot.
“I mean his wife,” he said. “It was like a butcher’s shop.”
“Pluribus means nothing at all to you?” Roscoe asked. “You guys never knew anything about some Pluribus thing? When you were kids?”
“Who is any such message for?” he said. “The next guy in line, right?”
He didn’t respond. I was getting curious about this situation.