Badd might have asked why all Guy's friends seemed to be named after random nouns, but he worked with a guy named Gumshoe so he didn't really have much room to talk.

"You're really assuming I care," Badd said dismissively. "I don't. Wasting my time talking to people who can't understand even the bare bones of reality isn't going to be conducive to finding the truth about this place." What was needed was truth, hard evidence, and this place seemed to change so fast that trying to hang on to anything was pointless. He'd talk with Javert again tonight and see what leads he'd come up with. Now that Kay was out of the picture he could devote the bulk of his brainpower to piecing together Landel and Aguilar's schemes.

...damn. The best thing about going to jail had been a reprieve from decades of detectivework and vigilantism aimed at taking down the criminal populace and here he was stuck right back in the thick of it against his will. Necks and snapping, he'd make sure of it, he'd planned on enjoying his retirement if he was lucky enough to make it that far.