You're not asking for my advice, but I'ma give it to you anyway. Show your loyalty to her. Not me, not the NYPD, and definitely not someone guilty of an unsolved double murder in Fort Worth.
Because you're 180 pounds of water in the shape of a man, and you take on the shape of anything that you're poured into. Duarte asked you to flip a banger, and you end up playing just as dirty as the guy that we're hunting. I mean, up until now, Velasco, you've been living a performance, not a life. That changes now. Understood?
You owe a debt to the two people that were killed, even though they were drug dealers. It doesn't have to happen today, and it doesn't have to happen tomorrow. But you will find that friend, and you will bring him to justice.
We all gotta make peace with the fact that we're gonna die. But you still gotta live. So, how about we go out and pretend do that for an hour, and then you can get back to arranging your pens?