Think I didn't come armed?
'Course, I did.
Terry said, "Siddown, Teddy Boy, we gotta talk about Stephen" and I knew immediately that I had to act first or I was going in that hole Tom was singing about.
I pulled my pearl-hilted knife, the same one I'd gutted Stephen with, and placed it against Terry's throat.
"You wanna talk, motherfucker?" I said. "Okay, let's talk."