Lorca holstered his gun and held his gloved hand out to Finn. “Thank you, my friend. Your loyalty will be rewarded.”
“Thank you, el Jefe.” Finn shook Lorca's hand.
“What do you need? Money? A car? Name it.” Lorca stepped past the body and stood with Finn.
“I need time,” Finn said.
“Explain,” Lorca insisted.
“My girlfriend is pregnant. I want to go to Mexico City to be with her,” Finn lied smoothly.
Lorca nodded. “You love this woman.”
“Yes. Very much.”
“Good. That's good. Come back when you’re ready. I owe you.” Lorca met Finn's gaze. “That's no small thing.”
“Thank you, el Jefe. You’re very generous.” Finn turned and strode down the alley at an even pace, walking out of a world where the villain rewarded him for doing the honorable thing, and the heroes would punish him.
Just as he was about to reach the street, Lorca called out to him. “Did I kill the right man?”
Finn turned around and, after a moment, replied, “I hope so.”