That night Billy settled down to watch TV, the first time since before joining the Police Academy when he could do that just for relaxation. In reality he was not relaxed. He was stressed out. He needed company, but the company that he needed was off limits now. Cousin Shaun and Aunt Gladys? Well he could patch things up and become the notorious white sheep of the family; he felt guilty about involving Shaun in the dangerous drug dealings needed to attract Costello's attention. But now he had to think about his future. His tax free bonus had been $50,000. Did that mean he was rich? It only amounted to six years taxed pay. Maybe he could study for a new career. Maybe he should take a holiday snorkelling off some tropical island, say Puerto Rico or Hawaii.
His thoughts were distracted by the news. It was all about Costello's death. Funny that when Costello was alive he was off limits to the media. Now everyone was calling Costello a crook. And that slimy Sullivan was taking the credit for killing him; Billy hadn't known about that. Billy sensed someone on the make, at his expense. Not that he wanted to be in the news. He just wanted obscurity for now. Funny though. Sullivan hadn't really questioned Billy much at all. No true debrief. Was the supercilious slimy prick really that conceited, or just wanting to get Billy out of the way fast? Actually it did feel as if Sullivan had wanted Billy out of the way. Yet before, Sullivan had seemed anxious to have Billy abort the assignment. Something didn't add up. Think about it later. He needed to rest.
Maybe Dignum would demand answers. About Queenan's death. Well Dignum could come to him, he didn't work for that hateful cross wired ass any more. But why hadn't Sullivan asked him about that? Again, something didn't add up. Think about it later. He needed to rest.
Then his mobile rang. But who now could be ringing him now; he had to be on guard.