[Blake's idealism got dropped a long time ago. He's the better cop for it. That shit only gets in the way.]

[He can barely remember sentimentality. It's something that happens to other people.]

It's always the kids.

[His thick fingers fold together. He stares at them for a while.]

Tony Barbero. Gang crossfire. Nothing to do with him.

Couldn't even pin it to anybody and make it stick.

That was back before I started dealing with the real sick shit.

The people I deal with, most of the time they're either idiots who don't understand anything but fists, or they know how to game the system. If you don't get dirty, they walk out scot-free.

[He nods distantly.] Yeah, I'm not making any plans to bust out.

[Then he looks up, a little surprised] You'd really do that?

I doubt you'll find anything, but- I appreciate it.