[Blake's eyes go down. There's a sound of a scratching pen.] Uh huh...uh huh...

[He tears off a piece of paper and puts it in his pocket.] Thanks for the list. I'll add that to the charges when I haul your sorry ass in front of a judge.

[He's trying to sound nonchalant, but the idea of this asshole getting away with all that gets under his skin and puts real anger in the set of his jaw.]