She was right, Will realised with a grimace. Anything they could pin on Sheriff, real or fabricated, he could throw right back at them, and probably better. And line them all up in front of a judge, the truth of it didn't really matter; they all looked like ratbags and the Sheriff was a hardworking aid to law enforcement. He guessed some things really didn't change.
He cracked open the beer she'd passed him, still frowning. "Alright. Opposite tack. The law thinks the sun shines out of his arse, what about the underworld? The right people think he's fucking with their business, maybe New York gets too hot for him for a while."