junkyardteen.

too  hard - headed,  yes.     smart ?    up for debate.    she’s fifteen and still governed by  emotion,  too often acting out on  impulse  rather than thinking things through.    still has a lot to learn.    but this is one of those times where her street - smarts outweigh his.    she scoffs,  light and airy and less out of derision than you might expect.     ❛     p’ft.    you know better’n that.    it don’t  work  that way,  bugs.    them triflin’ - ass motherfuckers ain’t gonna tell the cops jack,  ‘n even if they  did,  they’d steer you  sour.    loan - sharks hate  competition.    they’ll say anything t’ get competitors off the streets ‘cause that’s more  profit  for them,  you feel me ?    they’ll be runnin’ circles ‘round your crusty ass.     ❜

‘     that ain’t your  problem.    cases like this,   you know,   it ain’t rocket science    —    i worked bigger shitstorms at county.     ’       but as much as he’s loath to admit it,   she’s right.    people don’t talk to cops.    particularly not the kind of people he has to track down,   names or no names.    having a fully - functional bullshit detector doesn’t make it any less of a hassle when somebody gives him the runaround.    it gets old  fast.       ‘     you think them motherfuckers are gonna let a kid grill ‘em for intel ?    you start askin’ too many questions,   what d’you think’s gonna happen ?     ’