"I want that Lawton boy, and I want him I mean yesterday. Son of a b***h thinks he can talk to me like 'at? We'll see about this."
"Sir, we don't have any probable cause to bring him in; there's no evidence..."
"Well f**k it, Thompson, you find some, or it's your ass." I huffed my way towards my office and slammed the door shut. I was heading straight for a heart attack if something wasn't done.
That i***t Royce had made a mess of things before getting his ass blown to hell and back. And now, instead of enjoying my retirement, I find myself two steps away from either death or incarceration.
I know that the Daniels boy had something to do with the murder, but I have no proof, and the i***t people of the town would be up in arms if I touched a hair on his head on account of they all like
