Tom winced and quickly looked away, but a moment later he was back in the game, Neil's face flashing in front of his eyes, brief and scared.

"He's not kidding," Tom said flatly, going into a crouch, looking down at the man's face, covered in bloody spittle. "Usually, I play good cop, here. I tell him to be nice. To give you a chance. But here's the thing, you're standing between us and something we want very, very badly." He picked up one of the man's teeth off the ground and threw it at his shirt. "That's not a safe place to be. Tell us. About. The vans."

The man spit up at him, bloody and awful, and Tom just turned away abruptly, and said to Mike. "That's it, shoot him."

"Wait!" the man garbled, suddenly apologetic and desperate. "I...migh' remember...thomthing...today? You want to know about today?"