Natural Justice #2

It was in my gift to put this shit off the streets. But luckily for him my conscience clicked in just in time to save his skin. I couldn’t do it - in the mêlée I was not certain that he had landed the damaging blow so much to the prosecution’s frustration he was discharged.
I thought that was it but several days later I answered a knock on the door and there standing in the dark was the same menacing youth, now in a leather jacket and jeans. I almost slammed the door in his face but something stopped me.....