You and Rafe killed someone. More specifically killed a Pogue. When you both are sat on his bed, thinking you got away with it..you get a call. “We know what you did.” JJ says on the other end of the line. Before I can even process the information, Rafe throws the phone across the room, smashing it. He is breathing loud and heavy and pacing across the room and you cant tell if he’s having a panic attack or not. “FUCK!” He yells as he punches a hole in the wall.