Did you ever get a thorn caught under your skin?
It hurts like hell, but you can’t get it out. That’s what Mahoney is to me: a thorn under my skin. He shouldn’t even be here. He belongs in Northampton. So why is he sticking his nose in where it don’t belong? Why is he looking to screw up another case for me?
If not for his meddling, I’d have made detective last June instead of waiting another ten months. Mahoney’s why the Doyle case went south. I could’ve had the kid for the shooting, but then he shows up with this do-gooder attitude and makes me look bad. Justice don’t give a crap about how old a person is; guilty is guilty. And that kid was guilty. I could feel it in my bones.
You know what I think? I think Mahoney’s got it in for me. Don’t ask why, ‘cause I don’t know. Maybe ‘cause I’m younger or better looking. Who knows? I really don’t care what his reason is. This much I can tell you, he ain’t getting away with it again.
Klaussner put a bullet in the punk’s head to keep him from robbing the store, and that’s all the proof I need. This kid is guilty, no question.
If Mahoney thinks I’m gonna roll over on this one, he’s got another think coming.