"Done," John answers. He takes one last look at Brady, lying where he'd fallen, then glances toward where he had kicked the gun. That makes it look too much like a cop of some kind had something to do with this, so he returns to the gun and nudges it across the floor with the side of his shoe until it lies mere inches from Brady's outstretched fingers.

"Now we're done," he amends and then takes Karen's hand and leads her from the warehouse.

He doesn't feel guilty about what he's just done. Any of it. Brady can't hurt his wife and the Rambaldis don't get their money. John doesn't think either of those things are bad.