Moving the rice around on his plate with his chopsticks, Angel said, “It’s no weirder than the life we live.”
Stunned at the remark, Kael asked, “What’s weird about our life? We work; we eat; we sleep; we have s*x; we go on holidays. Why are we different?”
“We kill people,” Angel said quietly.
Stunned and a little angry, Kael said, “You wanted to work for MI6. I thought you felt good about the hits you’ve helped with.”
Angel put his plate on the coffee table and turned to look at him. “Yeah, I did. That pedophile had it coming. I sleep better knowing he’s off the streets. And those guys holding those girls prisoner in France, they had it coming. They were scum. You never told me the story about the farmhouse job, but those dudes were torturing that geek and his Goth boyfriend. I saw th
