Before he knew it the money was handed to him without hesitation and it was then that it was official that he wasnâ€™t able to back out of this. It took a lot of self control not to let that groan of frustration lingering in the back of his throat be heard. Why oh why did he have to be the one to play the nice guy and take her home? Someone else could have easily done the same thing, hell he would have left her there but then she had to grab his arm and beg him. He ran a hand though his hair and exhaled softly, there was a lot on his mind right now. He didnâ€™t even bother to stay and help her out since that Dan guy seemed to have that covered. More than likely he would have to call Roy and Jonah once again and let them know what the hell was going on.<br/><br/>There was no doubt he was going to have to think of a way to fix this, and he came up with a quick plan as he went to his car. Dan followed, continuing to help the woman. Letting the engine idle, he sank back in his seat and stared at the tree he had parked in front of while he thought, his expression neutral, unreadable. It was such a simple plan and he would be able to pull it off so easily. Bring her home, make her comfortable, take the package, and then kill her. She seemed to be so out of it that she was willing to allow a stranger to bring her home that she probably wouldnâ€™t even see this coming. Evident by how she seemed to be barely aware of what was going around her even as Dan helped her into the back seat, from the looks of things he could get away with anything.<br/><br/>He should, however, keep in mind the dangers of just taking her home and killing her since these people knew he took her home. Sloppy was something he was not. He knew that if he just killed her now, they would be able to identify him and he would probably be arrested the next day. Well, they might not catch him if he left the country and went back home in time but he still didnâ€™t want to risk it, knowing he would be wanted no matter what he tried. What a pain in the ass. There have only been a few times he has been arrested and there was no way in hell he was going to go through all that bullshit again. He could slowly feel his frustration beginning to rise again.<br/><br/>Things were not looking good right now, looks like he was going to have to hold off on killing her again.<br/><br/>He was still thinking about it a bit when they reached the apartment. As soon as he rather drunkenly parked the car he took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, resting his head on the steering wheel for a moment as the alcoholâ€™s effects began to take him away. â€œYou can take your leave now,â€ he said softly, tiredness and drunkenness evident in his voice. Hopefully he could keep it together enough to drive home as well as not get pulled over. So far seemed fine but from past experiances he knew that cops seemed to love popping out of nowhere at the worst times most days.