"That was different, dad. I panicked. Maybe if I didn't nothing would have happened," Vicky said.
"Are you stupid? He pulled the trigger. That's how you got shot," Connor said.
"I hit him with a vase. It could have been a reaction to that," Vicky said.
"What about the day I met you? He pointed that gun at you. Not at anyone else," Connor said.
"Hmm… maybe you're right. It was just to get me on his side," Vicky said.
"I want to know more about him," Connor said.
"Why?" Vicky asked.
"I'm your dad, Vicky. Don't I have the right to know what type of people my daughter spends her time with?" Connor asked.
"Spent! Past tense. You killed him," Vicky said. She looked at Connor who kept a straight face.
"Don't you care about anyone you kill?" Vicky asked.
"I kill people I don't care about," Connor replied.
Vicky pouted.
"What makes you think he's dead?" Connor asked.
"Who?" Vicky asked.
