[Connor gets what he wants in the end. Sean recounts it all - mostly. At least, he says enough that might get some convictions, down the line. Maybe. These guys have good lawyers and lots of money, and a lot more people in their pockets than they think.
He lies in a cell with a glass front and waits anxiously for the moment it'll happen. The moment when some officers looks the other way, and puts the wrong man in with Sean. The moment when there's something in the tasteless food they serve. Something. Anything.
But. It doesn't come for him there. Instead, he lives through it. And he's handed back over to Connor. They're going to pick up his things, take him to Belle Isle. Sean's tense and frightened the entire time he's sitting in the cruiser, eyes darting to every car that comes alongside them. This is the perfect time to kill him.
Or. Well. No. They pull up to Sean's apartment. This is the perfect time to kill him. He looks up at the run-down brick building Sean lives he. He's never taken Connor back here. Why would he? This place is a dump. Even before the doors open, they can hear a fight happening on the second floor, a domestic. Sean tunes it out best he can. Just like he tunes out the near constant smell of weed, and the train in the distance, and the whump of a subwoofer playing in the next building over.
He wants to run for it, but he won't be getting far with this bracelet on his ankle.]
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He lies in a cell with a glass front and waits anxiously for the moment it'll happen. The moment when some officers looks the other way, and puts the wrong man in with Sean. The moment when there's something in the tasteless food they serve. Something. Anything.
But. It doesn't come for him there. Instead, he lives through it. And he's handed back over to Connor. They're going to pick up his things, take him to Belle Isle. Sean's tense and frightened the entire time he's sitting in the cruiser, eyes darting to every car that comes alongside them. This is the perfect time to kill him.
Or. Well. No. They pull up to Sean's apartment. This is the perfect time to kill him. He looks up at the run-down brick building Sean lives he. He's never taken Connor back here. Why would he? This place is a dump. Even before the doors open, they can hear a fight happening on the second floor, a domestic. Sean tunes it out best he can. Just like he tunes out the near constant smell of weed, and the train in the distance, and the whump of a subwoofer playing in the next building over.
He wants to run for it, but he won't be getting far with this bracelet on his ankle.]
Last chance to just... let me disappear.