“‘… I’m sorry.’ “‘Are you really?’ “‘Of course I am,’ I growled. ‘I’m a bastard, not a monster.’ “Dior reached into the greatcoat I’d loaned her and pulled out my silver pipe. ‘Then you should throw this thing in the river, hero. Go back home and kiss your wife and hug your daughter and tell them you’re never going to leave them again.’ “‘And abandon you?’ “‘Everyone else does.’
