To or Not To

Vile verbs, atrocious adjectives, an audacious altercation in a five-star Manhattan dining room.
A father complained to the chief of police. "My daughter said he had the look of an insane person, tried to hit her, kidnap her, could have beaten her badly if she had not broken away. The guy's a madman; Fled to Europe, he must not be allowed to return. Should I hire that retired detective? Do whatever is necessary. You know what I mean."
The Chief of Police said of the officer, “He is not a hit man, a private detective for only a few months, never placed a foot in Europe. His wife died, has no family, nothing to lose."
Deputy, "25 years on the force, just a three-striper, ready for 'Driving Miss Daisy', a cell phone his office now. Yet he speaks 'Ooh La La', won't be disadvantaged amidst Europeans."
Chief, "A file indicates the assailant spends time in Europe. His racecourse runs from Bruges in the north to Monaco in the south. Villages dot the landscape in between, dark corners, narrow streets begging an ambush. He won't stand a chance."
Deputy, "He's an orphan, parish nuns raised him. On the heels of that psycho, he will require their novenas. He could return in a coffin."
You can tell, this story is about a dilemma in Europe -To or Not To.