Jacque stared at the guy. He was trying to do the good thing, he really was, but shit, he wasn't leaving and he wasn't going to jail. Not again. He'd like to believe the kid, take his word, but he just couldn't trust him. Jacque slowly rested his right hand on his belt, keeping his left up. He spoke in a clear but assertive voice.
"Alright friendo, I just want you to know that you're in no position to bargain here, 'cause if I wanted to kill you I could do it before you'd have the chance to pick up that phone. 'Cause bullets travel faster than sound and to hear you need a frontal lobe, but you won't have one 'cause it'll just be soup, do you understand? So why don't you put your hands up and we can settle this like gentlemen?"