Winston "the Wolf" Wolfe

Sandy Cohen may be able to lend an ear when your angsting about not getting into Brown or even when your doobie burns down your law firm, but he can’t even carry the Wolf’s shoes. If Seth and Ryan woke up in Baja with Marissa dead in the tub… Sandy himself would probably have the Wolf on speed dial.

“I’m Winston Wolfe. I solve problems. You have a corpse in a car, minus a head, in the garage. Take me to it. You know what you two look like? Like a couple of guys who just blew off somebody’s head. Stripping off those bloody rags is absolutely necessary. Well, let’s not start sucking each other’s dicks quite yet. How about you Lash Larue? Can you keep your spurs from jingling and jangling? Of course, just because you are a character, doesn’t mean you have character. Now I drive real fuckin’ fast, so keep up. If I get my car back any different than I gave it, Monster Joe’s gonna be disposing of two bodies. Rather you than me gentlemen, rather you than me.”