The man that he had become at that moment contradicted the fact that he was once a cop. He had a good job, he had a beautiful wife and most of all, he was one of the most honest cops on the force. He had been offered bribes in the form of new cars to guns that he really wanted for his collection. But he always refused them, he always said no because he felt like he would be tainting himself. But as he slept, he had his own nightmare. He Was tied to the chair, the men surrounded him, calling him a snitch over and over again, asking where the money was while holding a gun to Cheryls head. The hammer came back, he melted on trying to tell them that he never stole from them before a loud bang. Blood covered his face and lap, but his wife still looked at him with a smile." Protect her Jimmy, protect her better then you protected your own fucking wife." Then the gun was raised to him and then another bang. He surged to reward screaming before a fit of rage  hit him. He got up and went over to the counter and hit a few times, leaving a dent bigger then his fist before calming down and seeing his hand almost instantly heal before he sat down and tried to down play it before she came back out of where he figured was the shower by the sounds from the bathroom. He sighed and breathed and felt the rage go away before he sat there, a smile hiding the fact he was in pain, deep emotional pain. He never even mourned her. Never told Sarah how he died and he needed to vent. So he laid his head down and started tearing up before finally he started crying as hehe came out of the bathroom. He may have looked pitiful, but it was better then her seeing him angry. He didn't want her to run, not now.