Guilt

Olivia tossed the keys in the air with her left hand and snatched them with her right hand. She stopped when she saw me enter the room with a heavy head. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be excited about driving the cop car." "I feel guilty." I sigh. "About what?" She asks. I point behind me to the other room with the prisoner. "He'll be fine." She says, dismissively. "I don't know about that." "He's not our responsibility." "But he could starve to death." I say. Olivia takes a deep breath.  "We can find him some food and bring it back here, but I will not release him." I nod in agreement. "That's fine." "Good. Now let's get out of this place."