"The Sheriff happened." The indignation rose up quick and hot, the months hurt and frustration all bubbling to the surface. The ignored calls and texts, the lone wolf bullshit, choosing a childish pissing contest over the lives of his friends, leaving them all to fight and struggle and fail alone— fuck, it was hard to fault Tuck for going straight for a headbutt. "His little private dungeon, just like I told you he would. I told you, Rob, and you wouldn't fucking listen, and we all suffered for it. Solitary? Fuck off, mate."