[...] The cops True. We know how to cover our tracks, and without a warrant, breaking in is the only way we're going to get anything done. I'd rather not be looking over my shoulder every five seconds to make sure Tristan hasn't come back. There's got to be something, right? At least, let's hope there is.
[After a pause.]
I know this is a case of someone on this side needing to be taken care of, but what if [...] what if you knew someone who was a good person, but their alter was some twisted fuck, and they started calling the shots on both sides of the door?