"You want to what!"
"Relax, Neal, it's no big deal."
Neal swung around to send an incredulous glare at his bald friend. "How is you shooting me 'no big deal?'"
Mozzie rolled his eyes behind his thick glasses. "Please. It's not like it'll do any real damage."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Neal asked suspiciously. "How is a bullet not damaging?"
"Cut the act, Peter Pan. Did you truly expect me to believe it was your sparkingly personality that made you perpetually youthful?"
"I could hope," shrugged Neal. "How long have you known?"
"Since the first Swiss job. It was fairly obvious that your wrist was broken not sprained, then suddenly it was fine. Wasn't hard to track down the rest. So, about you helping me with that con..."
"Technically, it's a murder."
Mozzie threw his hands up in frustration.
"But I'll do it. I've been bored with these mortgage fraud cases anyway."
"Excellent!"
"You, however, have to supply me with different attire. I am not ruining my clothes on this."