[Go figure, the mob guy's only friend is money. To be honest, Ray wishes he could say the same. Before Fraser, his only friend had been a turtle, so maybe he won't go judging gangsters on a lonely life. At least this guy had a limo, probably a big house, lots of goons and maybe even a few maids or butlers or something, that's more than Ray's ever had. Sure, he wouldn't replace his Mountie for that, not now that he has such a friend, but before Fraser a life like this might have been real tempting, were it not for the moral issues. Kowalski was a cop for a reason; he had a basic understanding of right and wrong, and maybe he blurred the lines a little from time to time, but it was always for the greater good.
He feels the change in speed and direction and vaguely realises he has absolutely no clue where they're going. Fraser could probably pinpoint their location just by the car's speed and distance travelled and turns made, but Ray wasn't any good at that. He couldn't even say if they were going north or south, and if he somehow manages to get a call into the police, he won't even be able to tell him his location. Yet more proof that he's just a little fucked right now, but he's still keeping his cool other than the usual jitter that vibrates from him.
He only bothers with half of that buttermilk before shoving it aside in the nearest cup holder, back to chewing the gum he's still preserved. And then they're stopped and Armando's leaning forward to address him. Ray stares right back, offering up a forced smile that has all the obvious bitterness behind it that one would expect from a guy cuffed inside a car, at the whim of a bunch of mobsters. He put himself in this situation, he had to remind himself of that, and just maybe he'd do it again if it meant saving Fraser at the end of it all.
He waited for his release, listening in on the conversation that happened outside the car for any warning clues. He hears mention of clean up, but also that he's not likely to be killed which is... reassuring. But his 'pick up' after this could result in a bullet to the head anyway. Really, there's nothing extra he can garner from that that he'd not already worked out for himself.
At least he's getting released, not even bothering to do anything stupid as the cuff comes free, even if punching the driver would be amusing. However a few seconds of entertainment isn't worth whatever he'd get from the small group standing by, and so he keeps his movements obvious, hopping out of the car while rubbing his wrist and heading towards Armando despite the guy looking like a fucking psycho with a smile like that.]
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He feels the change in speed and direction and vaguely realises he has absolutely no clue where they're going. Fraser could probably pinpoint their location just by the car's speed and distance travelled and turns made, but Ray wasn't any good at that. He couldn't even say if they were going north or south, and if he somehow manages to get a call into the police, he won't even be able to tell him his location. Yet more proof that he's just a little fucked right now, but he's still keeping his cool other than the usual jitter that vibrates from him.
He only bothers with half of that buttermilk before shoving it aside in the nearest cup holder, back to chewing the gum he's still preserved. And then they're stopped and Armando's leaning forward to address him. Ray stares right back, offering up a forced smile that has all the obvious bitterness behind it that one would expect from a guy cuffed inside a car, at the whim of a bunch of mobsters. He put himself in this situation, he had to remind himself of that, and just maybe he'd do it again if it meant saving Fraser at the end of it all.
He waited for his release, listening in on the conversation that happened outside the car for any warning clues. He hears mention of clean up, but also that he's not likely to be killed which is... reassuring. But his 'pick up' after this could result in a bullet to the head anyway. Really, there's nothing extra he can garner from that that he'd not already worked out for himself.
At least he's getting released, not even bothering to do anything stupid as the cuff comes free, even if punching the driver would be amusing. However a few seconds of entertainment isn't worth whatever he'd get from the small group standing by, and so he keeps his movements obvious, hopping out of the car while rubbing his wrist and heading towards Armando despite the guy looking like a fucking psycho with a smile like that.]
You gonna give me a tour of your house?
[That's totally why there here, right?]