“We’re in this together, but I’m not sure I can trust you,” he confessed under his breath.

Aaron scoffs, “Then you shouldn’t have called me.”

“What happened to ‘call me if your in a bad situation!” Zane says, air quoting.

“That was before you became a druggy, murderer, alcoholic, arsonist…”

“Okay! Okay! I get it,” Zane sighs, rubbing in between his eyes.

“So, why did you call me,” Aaron says with his hand on his hip.

“I need to bust someone out of jail,” Zane starts as Aaron groans and face palms.

“Why, why that,” Aaron says annoyed.

“I made a deal! I don’t flunk deals,” Zane persuades.

“Fine, who.”

— 15 minutes later —

“Really,” Aaron says looking on his computer.

“Yes!” Zane say for the 10th time.

“A clown?” Aaron says looking at Zane weird.

“Yes a clown!” Zane says waving his arms around.

“I’ll talk to my DA,” Aaron sighs.

“Yes! Thank you Brother,” Zane says before lighting a cigarette.

“Mhm now go before I arrest you.”

“Yup!” Zane’s says before escaping out the window.

— a knock comes from the door as Connor comes in —

“Talking to yourself again,” the detective says leaning against the door frame.

“Anything to solve a case.”