Gene shoots the young fella a black look. He's clearly going to have to have words with him. But for now, yeah. Focus.

'What are you, a girl?' he says to the mutterer, then looks at the Judge.

'So you're assumin' they'll come back an' steal more here? If so, this shouldn' be difficult. This place ain' big enough for strangers to go unnoticed, not if they're flittin' in an' out when the robberies happen. If you reckon it's blokes from here, then someone knows somethin', an' we just have to pick the right people t'ask.'

Then he looks at McCormick.

'Was one of 'em wearin' black?'


It's not as if he doesn't police on his hunches, eighty per cent of the time. Though he knows there have to be a lot of bastards around this place, he might as well start with the one he knows is capable of the sort of violence in front of him.