We’ll See, Clock, We’ll See
I have found rich girls in crack dens and brought them home to daddy for spankings (and rarely, actual parental care). I have gotten little sisters out of trouble they didn’t know they were in. I have gotten big sister out of trouble they couldn’t get themselves out of.
I have found dead men in my office and dead women in lakes. I have, on occasion, when it came to dire need, shot men who were unarmed but planning to be otherwise.
I have been a knight, I have been a bastard, I have been nothing much at all as a detective for long stretches of time.
I sat in my car and fought back a sense of longing for those times when I wasn’t really anyone. This time…this time it was just too big for me. As the actress said to the bishop.
Vincente over at Headquarters used to say that. Once in a while, when he still had a face to speak out of.
Vincente and the clock tower outside my office window had given me some advice the other day, advice which translated to me getting my mad money together and buying a train ticket. For tomorrow.
Even in broad daylight, on this bright city street, I didn’t think I’d be catching that train. And I didn’t think that mad money would be doing me any good at all.