"Well, hello to you too, Lillith," Cooper said, not bothering to get up or avert his eyes. "I wanted to make sure we understood each other, right? Tough world, we gotta hang together, right? And I'm sure you wouldn't want to do anything that might hurt your buddy Coop." He smiled. Any charm in that expression was undone by his brown, mangled teeth. Did he own a toothbrush? He couldn't remember. Probably not.

"So, I got two questions. Or more like one warning and a question. So, one," he said, leaning back in the chair. "If you were thinking about, say, going to the police and telling them all sorts of nasty lies about me, I don't think I'd like that very much. I mean, a thing like that would ruin the dynamic of our vitriolic but ultimately friendly relationship. Long story short, I'd be super pissed," he said, raking a hand through his hair. He gently laid a hand atop his pistol, seemingly without meaning to.

"So, the question. What really happened after I dropped Maria off here? Mainly for my own edification. I walked her here and left. Next thing I hear she's dead. I feel like there's some holes in this story, you feel me?" Cooper Harley grinned, gently spinning the pistol on the surface of the desk with an index finger in the trigger guard.