“If we pull this off it would make us rich enough to retire. Mr. Wick, I urge you to reconsider.”
there he is, dressed like a million bucks & john is in a plain white shirt with a pair of striped boxers on, standing in his doorway. wick purposefully makes a bit of room as he glances back into his impressive home, which is now one person lighter since his wife is in the hospital again. he turns back to james, answering quiet & coarse.
“ … i am retired, jimmy. someone else can do the job. i could give you a recommendation. “
