The next thing you know, you'll be seeing your mug shot pop up on television 30 times an hour. Brock, these people are petty and vindictive. They also...have long memories. I'm just saying that if you make this personal, it's liable to create as many problems for you as it does for them." So I'm just supposed to eat a shit sandwich because these bastards were too stupid to get into law school?" Brock asked bitterly."I didn't say that," Al said. "You can do what I do. I learned it from Esmi. You. She hadn't expected to feel so much for the victims, had thought that she could hold it away from herself and not feel connected. But how do you not see the violence that is done to another living human being and not feel for the victim? And how had Nick seen this as many times as she could imagine he had and not let it get to him?She didn't know, and she didn't know if she wanted to find out.He came around the desk and knelt beside her, closing the file and pushing it out of the way. There. Matthews didn't know what and cared less; he was still griping about the rain."I been a cop ten years," Matthews pontificated, "and the absolute worst thing is the damn rain. People are friggin idiots when it rains, going too damn fast, forgetting their damn headlights, man, you just wouldn't believe the crap I've seen out there." Uh huh," McClendon muttered from the depths of his bag. "I know I packed some epinephrine, now where the hell ... Ah, here it is."McClendon was with Officer Matthews. There weren’t any inventory items to write up as the sidearm the regional had was an ancient .38 S&W snub-nose that had been declared as excess thirty years ago.We went down two floors to the Chicago main U.S. Deputy Marshal office. The new Deputy in Charge, Tom Morrison, who was sent here from California, was watching for us and met us two steps into his ready room. He told me how happy he was to be brought in to be in charge. He and Wanda had to do a bunch of paperwork that hadn’t been done.