"Tell me, Henry... is that really enough for you? Is that the kind of justice you're after?"
Henry hesitated, the struggle plain on his face. "But the law says..."
Alex cut him off sharply before he could finish. "Forget the law," Alex snapped. "I'm asking what you want deep down. If there was no legal trouble to worry about, how would you really get revenge? Would just seeing the man who killed your father locked up actually satisfy you?"
Henry was still trying to process it all, looking utterly lost. "Wh-what... what are you saying?"
He wasn't sure he truly understood Alex's point—or maybe he did, and that's what scared him.
Revenge without thinking about the law? This wasn't some wild, ungoverned place. How could they just ignore the rules?
Alex got up and strolled over to the window. "If you give the word," he said coolly, "Eric Vaughn's suffering will get worse every single day."
