You and he had been involved in crimes for quite a while now.

It was late at night. Kevin was waiting in his car, parked in the usual spot where you were supposed to meet after work. He didn’t have the patience to stick around for your twisted ideas about destroying the targets' dead bodies. Kerr was much more methodical than you — he didn’t like getting his hands dirty. You, on the other hand, preferred a massacre.

You returned to Kerr’s car, covered in blood. Kerr glanced at you with those cold, unreadable eyes.

"You look awful," he said, starting the engine.