I didn’t know that _that_ was going to happen. I mean, I guess, looking back at it now, it’s obvious but I didn’t mean for that to happen to him. I’m wringing my hands in my apartment, sitting in the kitchen of all places, in total darkness because I feel like someone might be coming for me. Every siren I hear is for me, until it’s not. But, maybe they won’t come, because he was a bad guy anyway. Sure, I did a bad thing. But he did too! And they’ll know that, right? They’ll see it my way, I’m sure. At any rate, his friends told me that he can be difficult at times so they’ll probably be glad to see him gone. In that way I did him a favor. I wonder who else I can do favors for …