Argyle's Last Words Were Firm.

Argyle turned back to face the bar. Dillinger looked like someone who needed to relax a little. What can i do for you to night? Are you pulling a jop? Dillinger shook his head, nothing like that. Truth is, i'm looking to get out of the business altogether. I think you're the man. Help me do they that wasn't what argyle was prepared to hear. In all the years he'd been aiding and abetting thieves in their wicked deeds, his millennia of morals softening like butter in a warm room, no gangster had ever asked him for help getting out. And better than one of those plastic surgery butchers you saw