Frank's laugh was a bitter bark in the evening air. "Oh, I'll give you a second. They won't," he said, something close to disdain curling in his voice. Not at Ginetti, not really - mess still wasn't her fault - but there were a lot of people, Kross apparently included, with their heads up their asses when it came to knowing what to do about the city's problems.
He headed back in her direction, twisted bat swinging from his hand. Its heft was different now and it distracted a vague corner of his mind. She was getting her usual spunk back and there was a thin, humorless smile on her face as she found the dregs of his temper and kicked them to life again. Looking to get tossed into another wall, but he admired that in a woman. "Let me explain it to you, Ginetti," he suggested, fucking stupid dago. "Chicago was doing all right. It's been okay. Always Sabbat sniffing around its edges, but you can't avoid that in a city this big, now can you? Everybody wants a slice of the pie." Fucking hated that metaphor. "Then one day your friend Kross rolls in with his friend and sets up shop. Three months later, Shaeffer, our Sheriff, is fucking dead, because it's hard to survive your guts being dragged out of you by some fucking Westbrit with claws who's on a bad trip." The new spiral down overlapped the old one in his mind, made his vision blur red again. "Then Kross gets the job and starts doing fuckall except shagging Toreador and discovering that there's some mysterious number of hunters in the city gunning for everything with fangs that moves, and goddamn if he does a fucking thing about it." The bat was making a faint squealing sound, probably a sign he was gripping it too hard. "Then, when everything's gone to shit and we're hip-deep in Sabbat in the alleys, he gets in a tussle with the Black Rose over his current piece of tail and fucking quits, and the whole shitstorm comes down on my head because that's what I fucking do for Capone, I get shit on." He'd nearly gotten back to Ginetti, now, and the ugly temper rising in him was considering returning to its first plan, which involved a lot of satisfaction and mess. "You know what it's like to be Sheriff, Ginetti? You fucking should, because you've seen a little slice of it over the past few months, and when you get handed a city that's an inch from going fucking supernova it's all you can do to keep the packs from rolling Main Street while Capone gets his ass killed behind closed fucking doors--"
Putting what was left of the bat through something was an attractive idea, but he liked this bat, damn it. "And then Kross sucks Clan Toreador off enough to get the seat, and the first thing he does is fire the Sheriff that took over to keep the city from going down during the fucking nightmare he created." The bat was banging into the pavement at every step, clang, clang, clang, until he finally reached Ginetti to loom over her in person and bend down. "Of course I don't want the motherfucking job. You couldn't get Judas up out of damnation to take this fucking job. But this is my city--" My city, goddamn it, you fucking out-of-town interloping greasy-skinned sons of whores "--and I'll be nailed to the goddamn cross by my cock before I let Kross take it down the shitter with him, you understand? That satisfy your curiosity, Ginetti?"