gator tillman did not become the sheriffs deputy to babysit. he got called in on a home invasion, and now he’s sitting on the sidewalk with you while you blubber and sob. you’d shot the guys, just like your daddy taught you. gator thought it was kind of impressive. “did i kill him?” you ask. “please tell me i didn’t kill him…” you trail off, realizing you never asked his name. “gator.” he tells you. he’s less annoyed than he should be, there are other cops in there with a dead body.