“You tryin ta be the good guy?” Egan said snidely.
“I didn’t have to kill him. I think I must of wanted to kill.”
“You’re gettin flaky.”
“I don’t have the right to play God over another man. Nobody’s got that right. I actively supported this killing today. This genocide.”
“Where’d you say you were from?” Egan interrupted.
“Connecticut. Bridgeport.” Cherry said the words deliberately, slowly. He had been working himself toward a frenzy.
“Northeast? Industrial city?”
“Yeah.”
“Arms?”
“Ah … I think so. Yeah, sure. Sikorsky Helicopter. Avco Lycoming. They make the engines for the Hueys.”
“Colt? M-16s?”
“No. That’s in Hartford.”
“Lots a war industry jobs in Bridgeport and in Connecticut though?”
“Yeah.”
“Is building weapons actively supporting and wanting to kill?”
“I don’t know.
