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How did you get hold of the list?
Because if it was from one of my people, I need to find out what other information they may have leaked.
No. I won’t ask you who. If you say it’s somebody who works for me, I’ll find out who.
Yes, I'll believe you.
All right then. Thank you. I’ll let Madison know that somebody on her end let it out.
I’ve gotta admit that I was stunned when I learned it was you. You never struck me as that much of a hands-on guy.
No. That was a compliment. I’m usually much better at reading people.
But you play an oddly subtle game. Christ, you were such an outspoken advocate for the Railroad, nobody suspected you of being one of their most effective legmen. Talk about hiding in plain sight. I was sure surprised to find you pointing a pistol at me in those catacombs.
Granted, at the moment, I was far more concerned by Glory and her minigun, but now I realize you were by far the most dangerous person I was facing that night.
When Marowski and A.J. went down, I thought nothing of it. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
I was sorry to hear about Lonegan, though. He was a sleazeball, but mostly harmless, and everyone knows how I feel about pre-war ghouls.
Cricket was no surprise. She was a half-step from death the whole time I knew her.
I certainly wasn’t sad about Weathers. Hell, I’ll buy you a drink and curse his memory.
Henry Cooke wasn’t one of yours, was he? I don’t see you framing that poor bastard Pembroke. Good.
It wasn’t until Lucas was killed that I realized what was happening. He wasn’t the kind of guy who made enemies. Straightforward. Tough. No bullshit.
Yeah. When he died, the whole list flashed through my mind, and I realized what was happening.
Nope. Not gonna tell you. You’ve got your secrets, and I’ve got mine.
You don’t get Carla, though. She’s off-limits.
She and I had a long, long word of prayer years ago about her side-job.
That’s why she got off the road and set up shop in Concord. So I could keep an eye on her. Make sure that I could still trust her.
She’s an old lady. She’s paid her penance. And I believed her when she told me she didn’t know who was actually buying the information.
Neither did the others, for that matter.
In trade for letting Carla live, I’ll give you a name that wasn’t on the list.
The name of the person who bought the information from all of your victims.
The name of the person who actually knew who they were working for.
All right? Good.
Stash.
Yep.
Did you really think it was her junkie bodyguard who killed her?
You should have talked to me when you got the list, Tony. I could have saved you a lot of trouble.
Because if it was from one of my people, I need to find out what other information they may have leaked.
No. I won’t ask you who. If you say it’s somebody who works for me, I’ll find out who.
Yes, I'll believe you.
All right then. Thank you. I’ll let Madison know that somebody on her end let it out.
I’ve gotta admit that I was stunned when I learned it was you. You never struck me as that much of a hands-on guy.
No. That was a compliment. I’m usually much better at reading people.
But you play an oddly subtle game. Christ, you were such an outspoken advocate for the Railroad, nobody suspected you of being one of their most effective legmen. Talk about hiding in plain sight. I was sure surprised to find you pointing a pistol at me in those catacombs.
Granted, at the moment, I was far more concerned by Glory and her minigun, but now I realize you were by far the most dangerous person I was facing that night.
When Marowski and A.J. went down, I thought nothing of it. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
I was sorry to hear about Lonegan, though. He was a sleazeball, but mostly harmless, and everyone knows how I feel about pre-war ghouls.
Cricket was no surprise. She was a half-step from death the whole time I knew her.
I certainly wasn’t sad about Weathers. Hell, I’ll buy you a drink and curse his memory.
Henry Cooke wasn’t one of yours, was he? I don’t see you framing that poor bastard Pembroke. Good.
It wasn’t until Lucas was killed that I realized what was happening. He wasn’t the kind of guy who made enemies. Straightforward. Tough. No bullshit.
Yeah. When he died, the whole list flashed through my mind, and I realized what was happening.
Nope. Not gonna tell you. You’ve got your secrets, and I’ve got mine.
You don’t get Carla, though. She’s off-limits.
She and I had a long, long word of prayer years ago about her side-job.
That’s why she got off the road and set up shop in Concord. So I could keep an eye on her. Make sure that I could still trust her.
She’s an old lady. She’s paid her penance. And I believed her when she told me she didn’t know who was actually buying the information.
Neither did the others, for that matter.
In trade for letting Carla live, I’ll give you a name that wasn’t on the list.
The name of the person who bought the information from all of your victims.
The name of the person who actually knew who they were working for.
All right? Good.
Stash.
Yep.
Did you really think it was her junkie bodyguard who killed her?
You should have talked to me when you got the list, Tony. I could have saved you a lot of trouble.
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