"All due respect love, they absolutely fuckin' ain't different," Butcher says, face rotten with disgust. "Loads easier to commit a crime when ain't but 2 other cunts to keep quiet. Law enforcement is power. Ain't nothin' people get drunk on quicker."

She goes to order and Butcher thinks, great, they're talking about police brutality and corruption of power on a brisk Wednesday morning after a light assault and battery. This place is so fucking weird, but what choice does he have but to work with what he's been given?

Billy orders two or three whatever-the-fucks and meets her with two cans of whatever was caffeinated. He hands one to her without a word about it.

"Call me crazy, but I get the impression," Butcher begins, cracking his soda open, "that you like it here."