[Costigan's silently more grateful than he even realizes at Jack's tactful shift to a better conversation. He allows himself to be taken in the new direction, not wanting to think too much about what might exist and lose what faith he has of Jack in the process. Faith, God. The undercover idly reaches up to touch the medallion he wears beneath his shirt as he gives a facial shrug.]
I think so, yeah. Arthur offered me a security gig. You know him?
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I think so, yeah. Arthur offered me a security gig. You know him?