Chapter 11
“Well…no.”
“If I’d let him loose and handed him a weapon, do you think he’d have thought twice about killing both of us?”
“No,” Dirk barely whispered.
“Exactly. I made his death as painless as possible.” She smiled wryly. “On some level, I’d have much preferred for him to suffer, but that’s not what we’re about.”
“She’s right,” Bay said. “Our job, our only job, is to stop people like him and the ones who came to ‘rescue’ him. Those men had no second thoughts about attacking us. We had no problems fighting back. In a way, their deaths were their own faults. They chose to work for Acasta, knowing what he was and whathe did. Knowing how many people suffered and died because of the drugs he brought into the city.”
“I could have helped,” Dirk said testily.