Albinus had more to say but left it at that, like when a piece of shit cop who hides in the shadows, around a corner or over a hill uses his fancy civil issue pants to strut like a fowl cock up to his window and greet him down like a degenerate. Goddamn, his driving wasn’t anywhere close to erratic but what can Albinus do. He doesn’t want to get shot. He doesn’t want an ass plunger raping. He keeps quiet and smiles like he does now in the middle of an argument which won’t end unless he gives up that last word.