"Not really inclined - nothing against -" He gestures up at what's upstairs. "The wounded, I'm willing to step out for, but not that. Call me whatever you want."

He takes a shaky breath. "I . . . Damian's door got kicked in. Last night. He stepped out and had to wait a while, and apparently a crowd went through the apartments. I helped patch it up. Enough, at least, and then there was an officer knocking on it."

He shouldn't pick up the phone again. "And R and my cousin haven't checked in."