Mickey walked up to his house, still in his bright orange prison jumpsuit. so he unlocked the door and let himself in. It was only a matter of time before everyone on the south-side knew that he had gotten out. Because he was still supposed to have a year-ish left on his sentence. But he has gotten out on "good behavior" since his charge wasn't that severe.

He sat on his dirty old couch, smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. He heard a knock. "Come in, Ian... I know it's you."