Being framed for murder sucks. Being framed for the murder of your old friend-turned-enemy-turned-maybe-friend-again sucks even worse. The old Sheldon would€ve raised hell, but no, I€ve been nice. I€ve been quiet. I€ve not said a word while the headlines rip me to shreds, but now? All bets are off. I€m going to find out who did this to me and I€m going to make them pay. I don€t care who will get hurt in the process.