I could only imagine how that detective felt, scared?...pissed?, maybe a mix of all emotions. Really didn't matter because his feelings were irrelevant to me, I wasn't the one tied to the chair!, he was!.

THE NIGHT BEFORE

So there we were, me and Detective Williams... sitting in a vacant building in the industrial part of Detroit, Fletcher Ave to be exact. Sat there for hours going through his folder of evidence that he had compiled over the months, during my time here in Detroit. And at first my question was how did he find out about me?, well the answer was shortly answered. Senator Burns back in Philly, who was in that position due to an old friend of mine who met his demise informed Detective Williams of my presence down in the Motor City. I guess Senator Burns had loose lips, one thing was certain... he expected things to go differently.

After pulling the tape from Williams mouth, I begin speaking to him. "So for months now you been building a case on me!, I would say its impressive but I have to give the credit to that friend you have back in Philly!."

As he goes to speak up I crack him in the nose with my pistol, as blood begins to drip all over his outfit. "You know what gets me is that your just as corrupt as I am, what I don't get is you and Senator Burns carried a grudge from Philly to Detroit, all because why? I associated with the man who got Burns into the spot he's in now!."

Williams with his head down says to me in a rude, but confident way "Don't matter Darmody!, soon as this evidence reaches court you will go away for life!."

I take a seat in front of him, locking eyes before responding "Evidence!, no one will ever see this folder!, and as for you... no one will ever find where I put you!."

I could see the fear in his eyes as I burned the evidence in front of him, all he could do is wiggle around and try to get free, while threatening me that I would go down for tampering with evidence and that people would look for him. Before I finished him off I made it clear to him that this was about sending a message.

After I disposed of Williams, I made a call to a friend, Jezebel where she completed the last step necessary to make this problem go away.

The following morning police were dispatched to Senator Burns home where they found him laying on his front steps with eight bullet holes in his body. As for Williams, as I said he will never be found.

Without Burns or Williams, or even more importantly the evidence, they had nothing on me. One thing was certain, a message was sent... you got evidence on me... use it and fast, if not then your done!. The feds got the message, friends of Williams and Burns, they knew better now.

When I sat and explained things to my boss KateLogan, she was as shocked as I was that a case was being built, however now I could get back to life in Detroit.

There was one question Ms. Logan did ask, and that was if I was certain Williams would never be found. I looked in her eyes and grinned as I said "Oh they will find him!, when the new building downtown gets old, and is demolished."