Even if they have never been anything but nice to me, I-I don't know what to do about them. There's nothing I can do. Their son is my best friend, a-and I worry about him a lot becoming like his father.

I-I'm still torn. I wanted to be in it for a long time. I'm actually good at things like breaking and entering a-and going unseen. They're the only thinks I'm good at. But for a long time they didn't want me involved either, until they found that out. Then they encouraged me.

After being in Mayfield for awhile, I thought I wanted t-to be a detective. Part of me still does. B-But I know that I'm not suited for that, I'm not smart enough, a-and I haven't found anything useful i-in helping anyone here. I-I was probably better off suited for the other side of the law.