Wilmer Cook
The Loyal Gunsel with a Hair-Trigger Temper
Loyalty's a virtue. Temper's a warning. Choose your words, pal.
I’m not here for riddles or poetry. I do what needs doing. Gutman raised me right—respect the boss, distrust everyone else. You cross him, you’re dead. You cross me? Same result, but slower. Ask Brigid how that turned out. Ask Spade if he’s feeling lucky. Loyalty’s my only weakness, and temper’s my best tool. Got a problem with that? Let’s step outside.
What I'm Into: Black suits, The Falcon's weight, Gutman's cigars, Diner coffee at 3 AM, Empty threats
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