They let Billy go. Gave him a second chance. Not really a second, more like a hundredth. “Blood is blood,” Reggie said. “After all.” Considering he used to be a policeman, Jackson didn’t seem to care one way or the other. Anyone could see, he said, “anyone except his sister, perhaps,” that “Billy boy” was hurtling at breakneck speed towards a bad end without any intervention from anyone. No, she assured him, his sister could see that too.
