“Virtuous and vicious everyone must be; few in extremes, but all in degree.” - Alexander Pope
"I never seen him that angry. Not for a long time, anyway."
"Yeah, he was pretty...peeved, all right. Not that I blame him."
"No. Sitting out in the rain all night..."
BA looked out over the railing. And suddenly giggled.
"Looked like a drowned rat."
Hannibal chuckled. "Yeah. A very angry drowned rat." He sighed. "I didn't think he'd carry a grudge, though."
"Murdock really pushed his buttons this time, Hannibal. Ain't the first time, neither."
"No. Murdock's been a little..."
"He been a lot, Hannibal. First Bancroft, now this. Face has about had it with him, you ask me. He gonna let loose one of these times and..."
"I know. That's why I had Face go with those gendarmes to get Dominique settled in. I don't want another scene like that."
"He'll cool off." Hannibal didn't respond. "Won't he?"
Hannibal hesitated just a moment. "Sure, BA. Sure he will."