If you're a part of a crew, nobody ever tells you that they're going to kill you.

It doesn't happen that way.

There aren't any arguments or curses like in the movies.

Your murderers come with smiles.

They come as your friends, the people who have cared for you all your life.

And they always seem to come at a time when you're at your weakest

and most in need of their help.

So I met James Cummy, Jimmy, in a quiet place we both knew.

I got there 15 minutes early and I saw that Jimmy was already there.

He took the booth near the window so he could see everyone who drove up to the restaurant.

He wanted to make sure I wasn't tail.

He was jumpy.

He hadn't touched a thing.

During the campaign against Hillary, Jimmy would have ordered doubles and eaten it all.

On the surface, of course, everything was supposed to be fine.

We were supposed to be discussing our emails just like we always would.

But I had a feeling Jimmy was trying to sense whether I was going to rat him out to save my neck.

It's going to be okay to get a good chance at being the case.

How?

But you know that kid, you know from a city we're talking about, you know what I'm talking about?

Yeah.

We can turn out to be a rat.

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