"I'm not worried about Chase," Simms said as he dug into the bag to find the Advil and the water. He raised the water bottle and said a quick thank you as he poured some of the pills into his hand, then into his mouth. "I'm sure you guys will make him good and crazy while I'm locked behind bars. Or even if you don't, he'll probably do it to himself. He's a lunatic," he continued. "Someone should put him out of his misery."
Then he leaned up against the bars again. "You laying low for a bit, or you got something fun planned?"