"Maybe." Jacob shrugs. "But the way I see it, I just did them a favour. It wouldn't have looked good for them if kids got killed during one of their pursuits. Hopefully that'll cut through some of the red tape. Besides, the tattoo says I'm part of law enforcement. That has to count for something."

He rotates his own wrist, flexing the skin the words are branded upon. Jacob is generally one of those people who firmly values the spirit of the law above its letter. Regulations that can never be bent are more likely to be part of the problem than the solution, in his experience.

"If I do go down there, can I ask you to vouch for me?" He asks. "You're one of the only witnesses to what just happened, besides the kids. It might help."