Missing pieces. Missing fucking pieces. That's what Jarod kept telling me. I stop hunting him for one day and he finds me in a fucking bar. I go looking, and I get three more fucking people killed. A junkie the Centre framed, the good cop who didn't think it added up and the person they paid to call the cops.

Love makes you fucking retarded. I like it. [Parker just leaned backwards slightly into the hood.] Why the fuck did I come here? Why the fuck did I come back here? I was there for a fucking year and then I came back.