'I didn't hate you, Gene. I hated the situation. I've never -- '

She sighs, looking down into her wine glass. Dangerous territory again, the truth.

'He told me about the time, about the way police culture was different. He told me about the brawls, and the copious amounts of alcohol. There was something about you finding him handcuffed to a bed?'

She bites her lip, trying to suppress the amusement at Sam's predicament.