Exhibit B: the lawyer/ banker. Halfway while doing his job, she steps in, again mouthing off, spouting some garbage about some dude named Jay-D, or Jay-B, or whatever, and basically just wasting time. He's this close to doing something uncharacteristic like kneading the pounding blood vessels in his forehead (usually he'd never have to do that because generally, well, people who put him in such a state end up in a meat grinder, just like the last one). "Save your speeches for Malcolm X, alright?" He tells her to get his tools from the car, repeating it twice – another rare thing for him – but suddenly, a shard of glass is on the floor, and they're both looking up. He's a split second from pulling out the jack knife he's got in his pocket and dead-aiming it to whichever unlucky hitman is up on the roof when suddenly there's a gunshot, he's on the ground, his arms full of something heavy, his entire body flush with whatever's clutching him. The second he realizes what happened he's pushing her off of him, ignoring her complaining. The lawyer/banker's dead. He tells her off all the way back to the office, breaking only to call Winston and tell him the news. When he ends the call he glances at her, ready to continue his admonishing, and that's when he notices that her eyes are brimming and she's clutching the steering wheel of the Eldo so tight that her knuckles are white. He stays silent for the rest of the car ride.