Renier turned to the warden and said, “Clean her up and put her with the main prison population. She is not to be harmed.” “We’re not done with her yet,” Cadart protested, flustered, for he was a stickler for rules. “Did I ask for your opinion?” Renier snapped. “Forgive me, Inspector,” Cadart replied obsequiously. “May I ask what you intend to do with her?” “I need her to catch a bigger fish.”
