"And this time, I basically informed you that you had to get psych approval," he makes his best guess, nodding as he comes to a stop. He gets it, he does, but he needs her to understand why he's so adamant about this. "Back home, I was in the Academy with a couple of guys. Thing is, being a cop is hard. It's rough, especially being a clean one. One of my buddies, he couldn't take it, which meant that he took that service revolver and he did things that I don't want to talk about."

"And jesus, but if you've got something that might make it harder for you to be a cop? Not that I'm saying you'd go dirty, but I watched my kid get kidnapped from here because I did the right thing. I'm sorry if I made you feel that way, truly, I am," he insists. "But I'd rather you be pissed at me now than dead or furious at me later."