The large man simply stated at the paper. He wasn't keeping a criminal with him, he was keeping a monster. Unlike the deep voice before, it came out as a small whisper, as if he was deciding his position in his head. "You..." His right hand was under the table, to hide the clenched fist shape. The other was calm, but placed on his lap. "[i]Liked[/i] it?" Memories of his crime flooded him, which he quickly calmed, but not before Dale saw the man's face, caved in, dripping in blood. "Do you realize the weight you are carrying? For all I know, you could just be trying to get on my side, then stab me for my money, take my wife and leave... But I'll give this a chance. Obviously, you're not in the position to be killing. Three days, you can rest, maybe find a job, get back on your feet. After that... You should leave."