"I'm beginnin' to think the majority of sire/progeny relationships can be summed up in three little words: I hate you." Cooper didn't even know who his was and he still resented them for what they had done to him.

"Tch. That's a good way t'get the police involved. Gimme a sec." He thinks for a moment, sifting through the most likely scenarios in his mind before settling on one. "Keep the bit about the bottle, but tell 'em you saw someone go after him with one. Tell 'em--" He lifted the man's wallet out of his pocket and slipped it into his own. It's all about the little details. "--you saw him gettin' mugged. They like it better when they think you're a good Samaritan."