"You're kiddin' me, right? Do I look like the cop type?" Sawyer asked, perplexed, before he took another swig of his drink, snorting at the mere thought. Maybe he'd gotten close on the island, close enough that he could claim some amount of experience in the business, but even then it'd been less about rules and more about keeping order.

Not exactly how this pseudo-utopia liked going about it.

"Been on the other side of the law more often. S'just that I got a clean slate here. Figured I'd take advantage."