“So,” said Dante. “Why all this talk about killing and regret? You’re gonna try to tell us we shouldn’t kill the criminals we’re after, right?”

Adam, leaning against the wall by the door, lowered his head. His beekeeping hat obscured his eyes. “I am.”

Dante laughed. “If you’re looking for the moral high ground, I think you gathered the wrong crew.”

“It is not morality which concerns me. It is practicality. We simply have too many enemies. We cannot afford to kill any of them.” Adam left the room.

Dante turned to Gladys. “Did that make any sense to you?”