“I am not Pekka Rollins or his shadow. I don’t sell girls into brothels. I don’t con helpless kids out of their money.” “Look at the floor of the Crow Club, Kaz.” Her voice was gentle, patient—why was it making him want to set fire to something? “Think of every racket and card game and theft you’ve run. Did all those men and women deserve what they got or what they had taken from them?” “Life isn’t ever what we deserve, Inej. If it were—” “Did your brother get what he deserved?” “No.” But the denial felt hollow.
