"Did you play your violin in Ms Crown's funeral until it broke?" Len remembered that Claude had broken his Hofner by then. Since the other person mentioned furious music, he figured Claude snapped the strings because of that song. He followed up, "Why?"
"My anger grew so much. I was staring at one of Marvin's killers in the crowd." Claude sighed and shook his head. He sipped on his soft drinks. "Then that bastard chief came. I had to snap my strings broken as if they were his neck. Damn, I can remember my anger pretty well. I want to crush something."
Len offered his hand. "Hold me. I will soothe your heart. Soon, I will relieve you of your guilt and fury. His head will be in my hands, and I will allow you to crush it."
Claude didn't want to break Len's hand. He only picked up a piece of tissue and slipped it between Len's fingers. "Yeah, but clean your face first. You have ketchup on your chin."
