Bill, or Dave as the buddies down at the precinct called him, had not only worked his way up the ladder (well, more of a retarded stepladder) of the Metro City police on behalf of his Skull Cross boss, but also was able to use his leverage and inside info to puppeteer some real crazies around. Crazies like El Gado and Rolento. Yeah, this was going to work out real well.
Bill-the-Dave had wrangled a whole angry mob of his own, planning on leading them to a messy death, pied-piper style. Khushreneda was about an inch away from blowing up an entire voting bloc with his crazy Rolento grenades when, surprise, El Gado stabbed him the back of the face, somehow. If it was that easy for an elite stabmaster to find his target that fast, you bet it was easy to slice him up and get away with it and retire to being the simple shoe-making townie he always wanted to be.
Bill was then voted incredibly unpopular, and the stress made him shoot TYP the townie and then himself.