Gregory Ashe

Why did it feel like nothing had changed in fifteen years and nothing would change in fifty?

First of all, they weren’t your games. They were high school football games. Second, who gives a damn if I was there? And third, what the hell has gotten into you? You’re acting insane. Again. I get it; this is some kind of coping mechanism. But it’s still bat-shit crazy.”

“I’ll find who did this. Whoever he is. No matter how high he sits. No matter how much of this town he owns. And I’ll put a bullet in the back of his head and that’ll be the end of it. That’s what I’m going to do, and I want you to remember I told you because the next time I see you, I’ll have a gun in my hand.”