“Then don’t try to saddle me with it.”
I chewed on it some more. “It’s cockeyed. He killed Marko. I killed the birds that killed Carla.”
“In a fight. You had no choice. With him we have.”
“Name it. You go down and knife him. Or I go and shoot him. Or one of us challenges him to a duel. Or we shove him off a cliff. Or we leave him there to starve.” I had an idea. “You wouldn’t buy any of those, and neither would I, but what’s wrong with this? We turn him over to Danilo and his pals and tell them what you heard. That ought to do it.”
“No.”
“Okay, it’s your turn. We may not have all day because company may come.”
“We must take him back to New York.”
I guess I gaped. “And you scold me for clowning.”
“I’m not clowning. I said with him we have a choice, but we haven’t. We are constrained.”
“By what?”