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"Shut," says the car door. When I look outside I see Silvio standing next to a car in a nice suit, and
I see Lynne approaching him. I'm assuming she looked so nice today because she was going to go
out with Silvio. Silvio must be very charming and very manipulating if he can come back from
beating on his wife. It almost pains me to see her make that long slightly limped walk back into the
past to relive those moments, but thinking about the time when she brought me to where she used
to live, that might actually be what she wants.

Chapter 42:
THE BROOKLYN TOWER

I put one of the pins down on a specific part of the map. I tell my partner that we'll wait on that side
of the street until he comes out of the house and starts his day. We had been following a law
enforcement officer around because we were positive that he was crooked. Corrupted. He played
the role of a detective for the local police department, but he was much more than that.

"We know that he walks his dog over to the newspaper stand every morning, but we can't risk
taking him then because of the noise that damn dog might make." So instead my partner says we
wait until he goes in for work. "But what if he's off that day?" My partner says that we keep sitting
on his house until the day he has work.

What we realized after the first few days of following him was that the police department isn't
necessarily where he works. Because he works in the homicide department, the entire city is
potentially his work location, and because the entire city may be his work location, we found
ourselves following a man who has no pattern. There were some nights when he didn't even go
home to his wife and kid.

"We will have to take him at night when he is in a place where there is no one around. Probably a
crime scene that he is revisiting." My partner looks at the map and says, "Let's hope the crime
scene he is revisiting was a good enough place to commit a crime."

The alarm clock strikes four a.m. and I tell him it's almost time to go, to make sure he knows where
his mask is. We drive out to where the law enforcement officer lives and wait on the side of the
street we agreed on.

There are probably more good people in the world than there are bad, but these good people may
only be good because they fear the consequences of being bad. If the consequences to our actions
were nonexistent, how many people do you think would still be considered good people? All that
is left is the idea of decency. That anyone who still does good and refuses to do bad is doing so
because the instinct to be a decent person still lives with them. The question is, seeing as how we
are human beings, while you are still a good person and every one else is now running around
being bad, who wins in the end? You for having morals, or them for taking advantage. Is there
even a winner, or do we all just lose regardless.

What if you can't tell if the law enforcement officer is good or bad even after you've questioned
him for just a little over two hours? That even after you've threatened to throw him off the tower he
still implies that he is a good man.