“A little sloppy, don't you think? Clearly, this was a frame job. Someone wants me out of the picture.”

“ It would void my contract and I would die.”

“A subtle faint of marigolds fog over his senses.”

“Yeah. You know, smelly sock in the mouth, bound with oily rope, tied to a post…”

“… Fitz, now that’s a name one can sink his teeth into.”