"Everything's dangerous."
"That isn't much help. I'm scared."
"It's smart to be scared. You don't know who they're written to?"
"No. Like I told you, it could be a choice of eight."
"Maybe." Fink smiled. "We'll see if we can find out who's writing them. You've got all the letters in this folder?"
"Yes."
"If you're worried about next Sunday why don't you keep the public out of your theater?"
"We can't do it, Sergeant.... Mr.... Which is it?"
"Bob."
"I didn't know you people were so informal."