Tacky or petty as it may have seemed, it was something Lindsey had pointed out before. The addict in him, the one that wanted the power back that he'd had before, was always finding ways to use that information while Lindsey bit his tongue. There had been days when he'd realized that he owed very few people in this city a damn thing and it would have been so easy to call Eve and set up a meeting to negotiate terms. "The city is lacking in the kind that would," he finally answered, praying the answer didn't come out as awkward as it felt.
"Depends on the officer. Some are in Wolfram and Hart's pocket, others really are the good, justice seeking types, and the rest couldn't find their ass with two hands," he muttered in frustration. "Chances of getting that car back in one piece? It ain't pretty." It wasn't even the car he gave that much of a damn about so much as someone had stolen his car on top of the past few weeks he'd been having. "Most of them don't know vampires and evil demons are lurking around. That's why LA has a high unsolved case rate."