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“What did they do?” says Diego, aggressively cutting him off. “The family who got burned in the fire—what did they do to deserve it?” I say softly, “Oh. You still think it’s about honor, huh? This little club you’ve joined, you think it’s a brotherhood based on principles, when really it’s just an excuse for cruel men to grind people under their heels.” We stare at each other. Hank looks on in dismay. Then Diego says, “I come from bad people, too. My employer isn’t one of them. I thought he was at the beginning. But my ignorance doesn’t equal his guilt.” At the end of my patience, I demand, “What does it equal, then?” He gazes at me, dark eyes glittering. “I hope you figure it out. Because he’s worth it. And what he’s doing is important work.” My mouth drops open. Being a gangster is
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