The man's ID matched his face, but Arthur was sure that he had seen Hans Rolfe Litt somewhere before. "Have I seen you on TV?" he asked, handing the driver's license back.
"Nope, dont think so" said the Cinnabon store owner "but hey, I get that all the time. A few people mistake me for Brad Pitt."
"Get outta here" said Arthur as both men started laughing. "I got what you're looking for. And hey, if ya do kill someone, then I'm sure I'd see your mug shot next to Brad Pitts'"
"Yeah, the internet'll go crazy. Brad Pitt goes from Lady Killer to Serial Killer" came the reply, amidst more laughter.
A few minutes later, Saul Goodman was walking out of the store having purchased his first weapon ever. He should have done it when Walter was alive. It might have made him feel more secure. Maybe he would have been able to think straight then.
Too late to cry over spilt milk. He needed it now. It had been 16 years since Heisenberg had disappeared. But Saul had a feeling that the prodigal son was going to be every bit as dangerous if not more. He had stood up to the man so many years ago after all. He had made the phone call that finally tore that family apart. And years later, he had retained the hatred and turned down the money, the diseased ill earned money that he had once again been offered. All this against Heisenberg.
There was no way this kid was not dangerous. The only question was how much. Saul was soon going to find out.