Don't think I plan to answer. You're a detective. You wanna figure it out? Give it your best shot. Or make it worth my while.

[ It's not like his location is a huge secret. Bart knows. Wally knows. Which he's regretting now, pacing his small apartment and gathering up a set of In Case Of Emergency toys. This should be exciting. Nostalgic. Instead, it's nerve wracking.

In trouble for a crime he didn't commit. Deja vu all over again. Maybe he can make it to Mexico without dying this time. ]

Went legit, like I said. Agent Jesse. Had my own office, a tie, the whole shebang. Did security at first. Then some other stuff. Would you believe I was a professional turncoat? Me 'n' a few of the others tried to take in the rest of the Rogues. Didn't go like we planned, but gold stars for effort all around, I think.

[ Talking helps. Talking calms him down. Talking keeps the Flash asking questions, and questions mean he still has time to give the right answers. So he hopes.

Maybe he should go out the window. Maybe he should stay here. Maybe he should just take what's coming to him. Maybe he's cosmically earned it. ]