"Your type? You know I wouldn't blame you for walkin' out right now? I'm dangerous, a liability to everyone by association. The FBI are always watchin'... and the brass... just waitin' for me to fuck up." Danny shook his head.

"I'll just keep goin' and get it all out there. You ready? Good." He didn't wait for her approval to continue.

"Got an older brother, Louie. Told you about him. He's in a coma... has been for almost two years. Mob put him there when he was tryin' to protect me... tryin' to help me keep my job. I go see him once a week... sometimes twice when it's a really bad week." Danny's voice grew quieter, softer. "He used to always take care of me, you know? We used to be inseparable before..."