Jon knew that laughing was probably a bad thing to do in a situation like this but he had to laugh, it was pretty funny. "Horton? Fuck off. Like I'd waste a bullet on a bastard like that." Yeah, he had threatened him recently but not because of any real drama, just because he kept pissing off his extended family and he warned the councilmen, ever so nicely, to fuck off and let them live where they wanted. "I'm not gonna kill a bloke over them calling me a paddy pikey, am I? If that was enough, I would have offed you by now."

Jonathan clearly didn't seem concerned as he crossed his arms and looked at Gene curiously. "I reckon I should have a lawyer, don't you? You wanna fetch mine. You can do it, lad. Go fetch." He gestured at Chris, who looked thrown at being addressed, and jerked his chin to the door. "Off you pop."

Surely Tally could solve this shit for him. Murder? Fucking hell. "Someone really offed old Andy last fucking night?" After he had been. When had he been? He could never keep times and dates straight, he was on so many meds, he couldn't keep that shit in line.