 This guy's sitting there, this massive man was sitting there drinking coffee, eating bacon, sweating bullets. He had blood on his collar and a white button-up shirt, just like you see all the pictures of him. My wife got up to go to the bathroom, and he goes outside, uses his phone, calls someone, opens the trunk of his white Lincoln town car. It was an 87, 88 white town car, New York plates, ASM logo.