[Sean lets out a little huff. Then a laugh. It's a sad, bitter little sound. And how can't he feel that way?]

Oh yeah. Because you sure aren't trying to talk me into something. Nah, nah, all these people here are my enemies, but you're looking out for me. That's why you walked up to me in casual clothes, and got in close, so it'd be easier to slap the cuffs on me. Yeah, right, it's the plea bargain that's bad for me.

[God, he knew Connor was a cop, he knew it, but he thought he was an actual good fellow. He'd told Sean about some of the rough shit he'd dealt with. He seemed like someone who'd try to do the right thing. But for someone who said a lot about doing the right thing, he sure seems to be wanting the easy one right now.]

I think if somebody killed him, and I knew who that somebody was, then we both know that protective detail won't do shit for me. God.