Of course not

Just like the mysterious King Rock said, the police arrives only a minute after he and his men left. Two patrol officers arrive at your home with drawn weapons and ask you carefully what has happened. You give fuck about King Rock’s orders and explain them exactly who was here and that there is one of the burglars injured in your bathroom. You brought him there so his blood ends in your shower instead on your floor. You also show them your badge and your weapon, so they know you are a colleague.

The officers nod and promise you to keep your cooperation quite. Then they take care of the injured henchman and drive him to a hospital near by. When they are gone you lay down at your bed exhausted. This evening was shit and you really hope to find some peace in your dreams. At least tomorrow is weekend.