_{condemnedtragedy:}

_{if she agreed, would that make her an accessory? no idea. the legal
thing isn’t her area of expertise for a reason. it was tempting though.
less cops on her ass meant fewer trips to the police station and she’s
had more than  enough of those.  “you can do  whatever the hell you
want, just don’t trace it back to me and we’re good.” can’t do her job
if she was in prison. what he does  with his free time was none of her
business so if he wanted to burn the place down, more power to him.
as long as she’s not  involved. thousand dollar tab. lucky bastard has
money to blow while she struggles to make ends meet, leaving in this 
crap apartment with  loud neighbors. “what’s the catch?” no one can
suggests something like that without a catch.}

_{he wasn’t expecting her to say yes – even if it was in her own way.
taking out over a massive chunk of the police force would be easy
and they wouldn’t trace it back to her. he would make sure of that
… more or less. “no catch.” a lie, there was always a catch. he just
wanted – no, needed someone to be with. to have company.
he could have picked up some random girl and killed them, but he
already had grown bored of doing that. a reason to why he thought
treating her would be the best bet. “none at all.”}