"When I see a pretty girl walking down the streets, I think two things. One part of me wants to take her out, talk to her, be real nice and sweet and treat her right." Hobie said, a beer in his hands

"And what the other part of you thinks?" A friend asked back. Hobie laughed

"What her head would look like on a stick." Hobie's dark eyes switched to you when he said that. And you knew.. he knows that you found out he was the Prowler.