"Pier. That's where Falcone dumps the bodies." Edward gave the information without really thinking about it, because he was mesmerized by Jonathan's eyes, feeling drawn in in a way he could not quite explain. He laughed again, a slightly breathless sound. He might not have taken anything, but what Jonathan was suggesting was enough to make his heart beat faster. "Are you an utter moron? No one just goes to talk to Falcone. You can go talk to someone ten rungs lower down the ladder before you do that."

Lil country bumpkin from the South, off to talk to the big mob boss? Edward had his doubts. "What, Jonny, are you suicidal? Because, trust me, there's easier ways to kill yourself off."