"You think killing a man makes you one Brian? Is that how it works these days?" Flack asked him. He was about an inch away from Brian's face. Veins were popping out of Flack's neck. Brian was silent.

"Here, we'll help tell the story." Stella said, pulling out pictures from a case file. "Jason Sexton. He owned the orphanage. According to you he was a pretty cool guy. Correct?" Brian did nothing. "That's fine, I'll continue. Where'd you learn to fire an ATV? Better yet, where'd you get one?" She looked to Brian again. He had a small grin on his face.

"Kyle's grandpa sent him the gun. I stole it and shot Sexton. Can I go now?"

"You shot a man and you want to leave? Kids are unbelievable." Flack said laughing.

"I saw him enter that fucking shower with Rebecca. She's my girl. And I'm not gonna let no bastard touch her."

"Very romantic. I'm sure that turns her on." Flack said, pacing around the room.

"Where's the gun now Brian? And the Nasty Nicks hat? Where are they?"

"There in my room. Just shackle me and get me the fuck outta here! I killed the guy alright. And I'm damn proud of it."

"Get this loser outta here." Stella said closing the case file.

Lindsay and Danny returned with the gun and hat in evidence bags.

"Job well done Montana. How bout some dinner?"

"Anything but Nasty's."

"What you didn't like the pizza?"

"Thought it was great. Every time I go in there I'm gonna think of a 30 year old raping a teenager." She said walking away.

"Thank you Lindsay, now I will be too."