"You just might be good for the job, if you can be trusted, Naismith. You're too smart to be a street thug. I'll put my feelers out, get a judge of who you were, and then get you a job you'll be suited for!" He pauses for a moment, giving a menacing glare "and if you're a cop... I'll kill you. Got it?"
Lee gulped, and nodded. He wasn't, nor had he ever been
((Timeskip forward a couple months, anyone?))