[Blackquill doesn't notice the gun at all, or what it might imply. He knows he's fatally wounded; the rest is a haze of irrelevance. Still, when Bobby mentions the phantom, he grabs onto the front of his shirt with the last of his strength.]
I told you... never to speak of that case... [He lets out a quiet, pained laugh.] Now it goes to the grave with me.
[His grip goes slack, and moments later, he dies. A stubborn asshole to the end.]
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I told you... never to speak of that case... [He lets out a quiet, pained laugh.] Now it goes to the grave with me.
[His grip goes slack, and moments later, he dies. A stubborn asshole to the end.]