Finally he said, "If I get this, you want me to do a job for you."
"That is correct."
Joe said, "You guys know the kind of jobs I do?"
"That is correct."
"Like hell you do. You think I'm stupid? I never even seen you before." Joe Prantera came abruptly to his feet. "I'm gettin' outta here."
For the second time, Reston-Farrell said, "Where would you go, Mr. Prantera?"
Joe glared at him. Then sat down again, as abruptly as he'd arisen.
"Let's start all over again. I got this straight, you brought me, some screwy way, all the way ... here. O.K., I'll buy that. I seen what it looks like out that window—" The real comprehension was seeping through to him even as he talked. "Everybody I know, Jessie, Tony, the Kid, Big Louis, everybody, they're dead. Even Big Louis."
"Yes," Brett-James said, his voice soft. "They are all dead, Mr. Prantera. Their children are all dead, and their grandchildren."