Hang on. I might have a less obtrusive way. We do have his telephone number (dials and hands her cell to Flack) It's for you. [The phone rings; Flack notices it belongs to the bartender]
Or just visiting (uses his flashlight to reveal a U.V. stamp from Rikers on Reuben's hand) You're a bartender, Reuben. You really should wash your hands more often.
My guess: Chinatown, black market. 15 minutes on the Internet, anybody can learn how to extract the venom. It's neurotoxic and fast-acting, causing near-instant muscle paralysis in humans. The lucky ones die fast.
You're absolutely right, Allison, that was a terrible tragedy. I can only imagine the anger you felt. God himself couldn't save someone who wanted to hurt my family. I would hunt them down. I would make them suffer like they had never suffered before. I would need them to feel the unrelenting pain that I felt. But what if I was wrong? What if I hurt the wrong person? I could never live with myself.
If you're asking the scientist, I'd say his particular body chemistry metabolized the poison slow enough to keep him breathing. Drinking condensation kept him alive. But if you want my personal opinion, I'd say science didn't have anything to do with it.
I didn't have any choice, Mac. She was love at first sight. She was so yummy. And if my son Tyler gave meaning to my life, Ellie just made it complete. It was the best decision I ever made in my life.