"I can't tell you how to feel." Jack spoke quietly, and didn't look away. "There are rules, and I broke them. I guess it comes down to how you feel about the rules."

He paused, and decided to clear the air while he had the opportunity. It was hard to know when he'd be able to speak to the Beetle like this again. "I respect you a lot. I want you to know that, in case you didn't already. You do damn good work." The vigilante more upstanding than the cop. Jack would never have imagined it in his own world.