Saturday, January 28, 2017

unsafe

They think they got away with it.
They burn their victim.
They blow him up.
They toss him in the ocean.
They bury them in the desert.
They throw 'em through wood chippers.
Sometimes, you know, years go by.
They relax.
Then they start living their lives like they didn't do anything wrong.
Life they didn't spend somebody else's life in order to get what they got.
They think they're safe from retribution,
but, you know,

you make those bastards unsafe.

--Booth, Bones 1:19