"Let's make them sign it over to us now."
"How?" he asked.
"We could just ask," I said.
"I asked two of the marshals. They both refused."
"You asked the men," I said.
"Yes."
"So I'll ask the female marshal," I said.
"A little girl talk?" he asked.
I frowned at him. "I don't really do girl talk, but I'll try to persuade her to sign the warrant over to me. If just one of them signs off, then we can hunt the monsters. Stop the crimes by killing the criminal, not by solving them."
"I like it," he said.
"You know and I know that we're legal assassins, not cops. Sometimes we solve crimes and catch the bad guys, but at the end of most days we kill people."
"You sound like that bothers you," he said. He looked at me as he asked it.
I shrugged. "It does, and we already discussed that it doesn't bother you. Well, fucking bully for you, but it's beginning to get on my nerves."
"I think I've figured out a way to use you as bait to lure them out, if it's really you they're wanting."
I studied his unreadable face. "But first we'll need someone to sign a warrant over to us, right?"