in an instant , he understood a great many things , that on this level of reality he and the guns were one , that the thing he had to do was -- - -- -but the hitman never got that all important answer , because the bartender had sensed angelo had slipped out of the mirror and back into his body , and it was here that the barkeep sang his own song , an alien chant that lulled the hitman back into a realm of reflection where yesterday confessed the kinds of secrets a man like angelo had no interest to declare .