Write about something or someone: vulnerable.
Trying to get this finished on time and actually get to sleep at a decent hour tonight. Wish me luck.
Well, I suppose by the time you read that it will be much too late to wish me anything of the sort. So... never mind that.
Undercover work isn't for everybody. It's not for guys with a wife and kids, or even a girlfriend. Not for anybody with brothers or sisters or parents who are still around, whether you're on speaking terms with any of them or not.
So, not for anyone with anything to live for, really.
I know the boys back at the station are keeping a close eye on me - as close as they can without raising suspicions, at least. They can do that for now, while I'm on the outskirts of the organization. There's not much to be gleaned out here, though.
In order to get the real goods I'm going to have to leave this safety net behind. Stick my neck out, hoping that these goons have been convinced by the work I've already done. Earn their trust, earn my way into their inner sanctum.
And from there I can finally bring these bastards to justice.
Maybe I'll even walk away from it all unscathed, so that I can do it all again in some other city.