Sweeney shrugs and extends his hands to indicate that he has all the time in the world. He's holding a muffin in one, the container in the other, and he sort of wants a smoke, but instead he just stuffs the muffin into his mouth.

"I ain't goin' anywhere," he says, the words muffled. "If it's a story you care t'tell. Names... they matter."

They matter more than some will ever know.