Give me a gun,
I won't miss...
I won't miss...
Salvador wanted to fold his arms, but his hands were cuffed and chained to the table. "Alright Craft. If you can answer my next series of questions honestly, I'll tell you everything you want, or need to know...provided I remember." Salvador chuckled and sat up, leaning slightly towards the detective. "You wouldn't happen to be married would you? If so, would consider yourself a good husband?" the merc looked quizzically at the detective, waiting for him to answer his question. "I ask because it's a little dark in here and I can't see a wedding ring. Plus it's good to know if who I'm talking to is actually a man of the law, or just some clown walking around with a toy badge."
Show me how to do something,
I'll remember it.
I'll remember it.