"Not right now," Frank said, shaking his head. It wasn't the time for questions. If Jim wanted to scrutinize and question Frank's list, he was welcome to, but Frank wasn't in that business. Dealing with the immediacy of actions, sure. Jim hadn't killed anyone in Hell, had he, so what problem did he have with him? None.

Frank considered for a moment. Then he pulled back, far enough to remove his shirt. There were bullet scars on both shoulders, a scattering of other things across his upper body. He tapped just beneath the scar on his left shoulder.