Wimberley took off his black-rimmed glasses and set them on a table at the foot of Van’s lamp. "I can see that I’ve got to kick this guy’s ass now," he announced. He put one fist inside another and loudly cracked his knuckles. "This won’t take long." He looked at Hickok and Gonzales. "I just don’t want to see you two snake-eater boys start crying about this, or anything."