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Hank blew out a breath and scowled. He couldn't believe that he was stuck here. Him! He was a detective for crying out loud! Or at least…he had been. But it had all gone to hell after Justin's DUI. Okay maybe he shouldn't have harassed the firefighter and his fiancée. It was stupid, he could admit that. But Justin was all he had left. Camille was dead. Ovarian cancer had taken her and he had been left to look after Justin. Yeah, he had done a piss-poor job of that. He had taken his eye off of him, throwing himself into his work. Then when he had been told about Justin's DUI, he had done everything he could to make it go away. And that had been his mistake: harassing a firefighter and nearly killing him, even going as far as to try to frame him for drug possession. It hadn't been his finest moment. He sighed again and leaned against the wall, his eyes clouding. If only he had retracted his statement. Couldn't the guy see that he had only been trying to protect his son? No, he was just high and mighty, black and white. Just some damn boy scout who was apparently too good to do a cop a favor. No Hank. You screwed up. Plain and simple, he chided himself. He had a lot of time to think since he had been arrested, and he knew that the only person he had to blame for his predicament was himself. At least Alvin agreed to look after Justin and Erin for me, he thought to himself. Erin. The look of disappointment on her face when she had learned why he was being put into prison had seared itself into his memory. She had always been completely loyal to him, and he had no idea what this would do to her. She was just now coming up in the department, finding a footing. Had this shaken her faith in him? He wouldn't be surprised if it had. She just hoped that she wouldn't fall back into old habits. Though he hadn't heard from the woman in a while, her mother had a habit of trying to dig her claws into her and drag her down back into hell. And he didn't want that happening to her again. But who would stop it if he wasn't out there? Alvin was great, but Erin didn't trust the man like she trusted him. Guess you should've thought of that before you went off half-cocked, his inner voice chided. And unsurprisingly, it sounded a whole lot like Camille. He had screwed up. He had left Justin and Erin out there all alone. Well, Justin wasn't out there. No, from what he had heard, he was still serving time. Vehicular manslaughter. Damn, that made him mad! It had just been a mistake! Sure Justin had screwed up, but he was just a kid! He let out another sigh and smacked the wall of his cell with a hand. It was official: he was going crazy in here. And it was all Matt Casey's fault. No. No, it wasn't the firefighter's fault. It was his. He had screwed up. First by not keeping a better eye on Justin, and then by attempting to bribe Matt before starting the harassment campaign. If he had just told the officer on scene to bag he beer cans, he would still have his job and Justin's life wouldn't have gone to hell. He had gotten cocky, arrogant. He had become the kind of cop that he had always sworn that he'd never be. And now, he was facing the consequences.
