Heywood grinned. "Yeah, I think that's what we're all hoping for, Mr. Pruitt. In the morning we'll get you somewhere safe."
Laying down to sleep that night, the detective wasn't grinning, though. His thoughts drifted to his father as they usually did in the quiet hours before sleep. He pictured his father screaming at him for f*cking up such a simple job earlier.
"All you had to do, boy, was pick up that quack and find out what he knows! You almost got him killed!" his father yelled at him.
Not being able to sleep, Heywood quietly sneaks out of the room, careful not to wake anyone. He walks down the street looking for a place to get a drink.