I almost never trust my gut. He’s almost always wrong, for example when he’s telling me I’ll puke if I drink one more whiskey. Pfffft. I haven’t puked due to alcohol or illness in over 10 years, I’ll tell you when I’m a-done drinking, you bastard little gut. You mind your own business, like processing large amounts of fiber and vegetable material into nigh-unpassable log-jams that are shameful yet exhilarating for the right people. For my kind of people.

At any rate, in reference to what Sam’s got up at the moment, I’ll agree with little mister pay-your-bill-and-let’s-get-some-sleep gut. That chick killed her own driver after the motor block got shot out and the car ground to a halt. Maybe even before. There’s no way that an Italian Secret Service agent is going to try and run an American roadblock, period, especially not to protect a communist reporter, which is worse than counter-productive: It would be the quickest way to get her killed that you could think of. Secret Service agents, even Italian ones, are many things, but they’re not stupid. That’s a high-skills job.

We all know it; she should just admit. Bitch killed her own bodyguard, mark my words.