Joe was in a bad mood. 

These Russian/German fucks had killed one of his business associates. The doctor broad could have been a real big asset to both the Boston end of operations and what they were doing out here in Vermont. But that was a moot point now thanks to these Communist bastards and their fucking police lapdogs.

"I want to cave your goddamn head in with my gun."

Joe loomed over the tied up state trooper. He kept his eyes downcast on the ground as Joe talked to him.

"But my friends would frown upon that. They think you're innocent. But you and I know the truth. They killed that lady in there and you just stood by and let them. The only thing I hate worse than a cop is a cop without a spine. Look up at me."

The cop looked up, shaking in fright. Joe showed him his phone. On it was a picture he'd taken of the trooper's driver's license. He swiped the screen to show the cop photos Joe had taken from his own phone, photos of his children.

"If you don't forget what you saw here tonight, rest assure we will remember where you live and what your kid's look like."

"Whatever-whatever you say," the cop croaked. "Just let me live."

"You got it," Joe said, smacking the guy on the back of the head with his shotgun butt.

The trooper crumpled to the ground. Joe stepped over him and raised his shotgun when he saw Dan had a bead drawn on some nearby movement.