“Well, hello, Snake. Hey, boys, you know who we found here? It’s Reny Stark, better known as the Snake. He’s a fuckin’ killer, he is. Women, children, he don’t give a crap. He’s got a rap sheet as long as Broadway end to end. He kind of earned the name Snake, ‘cause every fuckin’ time he gets caught, he slithers away. So what are you doin’ in our neck of the woods, Snake? You slummin’?”
“You gotta let me go, Piff, the police are after me.”
“Oh, really? What for?”
“I got caught between two robbers pullin’ a bank job.”
Piff chuckled and looked around at the other hoodlums. “Did you guys hear that? He’s on the run from a bank job. Beautiful. So what happened?”
“I told you. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“I don’t believe a word. What the hell would you be doin’ in a bank if not to rob it?”
“If you must know, I was stakin’ it out, but I knew right away it wasn’t my game. I was about to leave when I got caught in the middle of the whole thing.”