Couldn’t sleep tonight. Happens sometimes. Maybe it was that father of two I investigated today. Yeah, real charmer, that guy. A gambler. High-roller, too. Got in deep. Couldn’t pay up. When the sharks came for him, threatening to take fingers and such, he put a hit out on his wifey. He was going to cash in on the insurance. Mother of two. His two. Well, we caught him when the trigger man lost his nerve and turned the other cheek. I guess High-Roller Bob should have checked his sources. We burned him. I have to admit, I enjoyed it. The dude cried like a toddler who just lost his Twizzlers. The problem is, the sharks he owed money to still want their dough. They’ll try to get it from mommy and kiddos. Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep. Gonna have to keep an eye on them. Gonna have to play protector. Shit, gonna have to sleep first. Maybe that’s why I’m the drinker I am. Self meds, man. They’re the best.