 So I got away from it. At headquarters, read, re-read the file on Malari, dead of a beating. On Paula Chopak, dead of a head wound while swimming at Rockaway. And finally, read away the daylight and sit in darkness till a man comes in, looks at you for a moment, turns on a light. You don't mind the light, huh, Danny? It's all right, Gino, thanks.