Tony narrowed his eyes. "I am a servant of the law, Adam."
"There will be hearings, just not in the human court system," Adam told him. "I answer to a higher power - that power that kept werewolves from being the monsters Cantrip is afraid we are for all the years that humans knew nothing of us. If my actions are deemed excessive, I will pay for them with my life."
"Those werewolves who killed that pedophile in Minnesota this past spring - they died within a few days of it. All of them. Natural causes, we were told, though their bodies were cremated very quickly and no autopsy was performed," Armstrong said neutrally, his eyes on me rather than Adam.
"A force of nature, anyway," I said obliquely. Charles was a force of nature, right?
"I'm a servant of the law, too, Tony," Kyle said too hastily to be as smooth as his usual redirection. "And no one knows better than I how the law and justice do not, can not, always coincide. I swear to you now that werewolf justice is swifter and more just, if more brutal, than our court system can manage." He leaned forward earnestly. "We humans are not equipped to deal with a werewolf fairly. And if the police had tried to arrest those men in Minnesota, some of them would have died. I am content that justice will be served in this case."
There was a long pause.
"Even if I agree it was self-defense," Tony said, "you have just confessed to killing federal agents. I am not qualified to give you a pass on that, Adam."
"Agents who attacked law-abiding citizens without provocation," murmured Kyle. "Adam is a security expert. I imagine that he has the attack on his house on camera somewhere."
Adam grunted. "With nice face shots of several of the Cantrip agents, Gutstein informed me tonight. And we have Peter's body."
"Where is Peter?" I asked.
"Safe," Adam told me. "They'd buried him in the vineyard next to their own dead. We dug him up, and arrangements are being made."
"Suspicious deaths require autopsy," said Tony.
Adam looked at him and nodded. "Yes. We'll talk. There is nothing suspicious about his death. He was murdered right in front of me. He has a bullet hole in his forehead."
No one said anything for a moment after that. The expression on Adam's face might have accounted for the silence.
"I have the power to say that Cantrip and the federal government is satisfied that Adam acted in self-defense when he killed those people," Armstrong said. "Mr. Brooks is right, it would be a political nightmare for Cantrip if the actions of these men were to come out even though they were not acting in any kind of official capacity." He took a deep breath. "It would be a similar disaster for the werewolves. In the current climate, I don't know that you could get a judge to declare self-defense, Mr. Hauptman. If the trial went to a jury, a decision either way could lead to riots and unrest that might break out into open fighting in the streets."
Armstrong looked at something none of us could see, then he met my eyes and held them. "I am a federal agent, sworn to uphold the interests of my country. I am a patriot. I have seen fear and hatred cause men and women who have likewise so sworn to forget their oaths and give in to their hatred. I don't want this to go to court."
Tony threw up his hands. "I agree with you," he told Armstrong. "Both about the self-defense and Adam's chances in court - though if the case is kept local, I think he would do better than you think. Still, there are bodies."
"The buried Cantrip agents were shot execution style, with the same gun that killed Peter," Adam said.
"You run ballistics?" asked Tony.
"No."
Tony frowned at him. "Then how - " Then he shook his head. "Never mind. But those aren't the only bodies."
Adam's face became even more expressionless. "There will be no other bodies. After we escaped, there was a fire at the winery."
Another silence followed.
"I can accept a separate justice," Tony said, finally. "I've known you. I and my department have called you for help, and you have never failed us. I've seen you meet violence with soft words. And I've never seen you lie. I'm in agreement with Agent Armstrong. I have a few ideas, and I think if Armstrong is willing to help, we can sell this to the department."
"You said there was a fire at the winery?" asked Armstrong.
Adam sat down and rubbed his hands over his face. "Yes. We are used to cleaning up our own messes. We've found fire to be very effective."
"Teeth and the denser bones," said Tony with extreme neutrality, "tend to show up after a fire."
"I'd be very surprised if there are any teeth or bones," I told him half-apologetically. Adam had left Elizaveta out of his explanation. "You don't have to worry about that."
Armstrong gave me a sharp look, but he didn't say anything further. Instead he asked, "What about the mercenaries the renegades were working with? Did you identify them?"
"No," Adam said. "They're out of it, and of no more concern to me. I think there are only three players left."
Asil held up a finger. "The money man." He held up another finger. "The turncoat in Senator Campbell's security detail." And a third. "The person who gave the Cantrip agents the contact information for the mercenaries and the dossiers about your pack and werewolves in general."
"I have a friend looking into the information man," Adam said. "He's pretty sure that he can find the contact name from the mercenaries without causing an international incident."
On Kyle's landline, Adam had been able to get in touch with Charles. Charles was scary good at finding out things no one wanted anyone to know. Charles was just plain scary in general.
"But," Adam continued, "I think the damage the information man can do is done. So there is no great urgency in running him down."
"Let's be clear here, in this room," said Armstrong. "Are you talking about killing him?"
Adam shook his head. "Killing him is a lot more problematic than just keeping an eye on him. The past few days aside, we try our best not to go around killing humans, Mr. Armstrong."
"You don't consider yourself human?" asked Armstrong.
Asil raised his eyebrows at Adam, who shrugged, and said, "'Humans who are not werewolves' is too wordy to say more than once. We are as human as we can be."
"So we're left with the money man and the potential assassin in Senator Campbell's security team." Tony was leaning forward intently.