"Yes."
"Have you ever had to kill a lover?"
"Yes."
I glanced at him. "Really?"
He nodded. "Now ask me if I cared about her."
"Okay, did you care about her?"
"No."
"And I cared about Haven, so it hurts more."
"I think so," he said.
We leaned against the wall some more in companionable silence. Edward and I didn't need to talk—we could talk, but we didn't need to. "We're going about hunting these killers all wrong. Even if we didn't know what was killing them, and sort of why, we're still doing it ass-backward."
"We need to consolidate the warrants of execution from the first three cities and just make it one hunt," he said.
"Yes," I said.
"But the first three warrants are all in the hands of marshals who were book-and-classroom trained. They were cops, but no one has a violent crimes background. I'm not sure why they're recruiting some of these kids."
"We were all kids once, Edward, but we need to take over the warrants before some of the other marshals get themselves killed. Raborn said that you, me, Jefferies, and Spotted-Horse are the cleanup crew. We come onto a warrant after other marshals have been killed or injured."
"It's the law, Anita. The warrant is theirs until they are unable to execute it, through death or injury, or they sign it over to another marshal for some other reason."