His jaw ticked on the word 'simple', but that's not what she was calling him. He did keep a pretty straightforward catalog of people, and it was very hard and rare for him to move anyone from one column to the other. Even when maybe he should.

"Some people would call that naive." If they were being nice and not just flat out calling it stupid.

The truth was, Bill was built for a small town, and made to be a cop there. Black and white, faith and manners had taken him up through the ranks in Wheelsy, but the chances were slim he'd survive anywhere else; and he knew it.

"My simple life for bright lights an' fame... I guess I can't really blame her."