"That's not my jurisdiction. We'll probably move you to a safehouse, erase your identity, so on and so forth. As for the drugs, we'll need to get them off of it. But, you certainly aren't going to make more drugs, understand? That's not how I work, that's not how the force works, that's not how anything works," I said, looking over my shoulder. I radioed the chief again. "So, what now? The boy is trying to let me let him go."
"Don't let him go, obviously."
"That's what I was doing, genius."
"Okay then. We should move him somewhere else, we may even have to consider moving him out of the city."
"From what I hear, that's not gonna work."
"It's our best shot at taking those guys down."
"Fair enough. So, what about the druggies?"
"What about them?"
"What do we do with them?"
"They aren't our problem. We aren't a hospital, we are here to protect law-abiding citizens from the richardheads who walk around, toting guns like they own this city. If you wanted to deal with drug addicts and help cure them, then you wouldn't be here, working for the force. Look, I know it's hard, but you just have to deal with it."
I paused, my lips tight. Finally, I said, "I understand."
"Good."
