Then some fucking cop decides to be a hard ass and step up."Stop right there mister!" the cop said. "Did you just kill that woman with your dick?" Fuc... yeah I did," I replied. "Gee wilikers mister. I guess I have to arrest you then." BITCH!" i said. "Fuck no, you're not!" And with that, I grabbed his own gun and shot his ass with it. Mother fuckers gonna LEARN to cross me! So then, I went to math class. Well. My teacher was being all boring and shit, and I saw this mother fucker with a hat I. " I had not threatened him with physical force but I did not intend to be stopped from interviewing people. If it came to putting the pudgy night manager in the hospital I could handle that as well.While he went away to decide what to do, I asked the bartender what he could remember about that night. Anything out of the ordinary. Truth is I asked Meg and she asked the bartender. I know they all spoke some english but I wanted them to give her all the details. She could translate a damn site. What do you think? Will that work?" Harold, there's a lot of money there. I don't know if I should really be entitled to so much, whether or not it will hire others. I will benefit from those that I hire, so it's like the money is coming back to me anyway." Oh, Mike, don't be silly. You and I both know it takes a lot of money to begin an operation like the road job. It's going to take a lot of cash to keep your timber business going, and just look at how many men you have working there now. I'm. ”“Hmm,” Liz said. She abandoned the post and moved lower. “I’m betting you know this one, though.”“Jodie Stalnaker,” I said. I wasn’t wearing a baseball uniform but the woman was sitting in my car with me in a parking lot.“I’ve known Travis for almost a decade now,” she read from the post. “From San Bernardino to San Diego, he’s always known how to make me laugh. He rocks (in more ways than I can post here).”“She followed you to San Diego?” Liz asked with raised eyebrows.“No,” I said. “If.