I don't trust the cops to get me what I want. Why should I? I've seen enough B-movies to know that they're nothing but a bunch of underpaid goons high on their own power. You couldn't pay me enough. Then again, they don't make s**t for putting their lives in danger. Still, they have their uses.
Now that things had been set in motion I had time to reflect. There was so much that could go wrong with my plan. I had acted in haste and let my anger lead me. Something I hadn't done since mom was a street walking trollop who left me behind at night and sometimes for days on end while she did her thing. There were a few loose ends that I hadn't factored in.
Like Jace's father. I didn't think of him when I put my little plan together at the last minute. I know he would stand in front of his son.
