Conner sat back and cackled, then made another drum roll on the table top. "I should have known. No one, and I mean no Oscar-worthy, best-in-class, king-of-charm talking head, can fake the role of a gang member so easily. I knew you were bad inside, a nasty little criminal just like the rest of us. All your uniforms and badges are but window dressing over your tar-black heart. Still, to a fine upstanding citizen like myself, the Marines sounds cool. I thank y’all for your service." He tipped an invisible hat, then laughed again.