Rafael grumbled a little at this one, but then nodded. He knew that I had the better weapon—and was a better shot. I braced the Savalette Guardian with both hands—the pistol was trembling in my grip—and sighted along it. And waited. And watched. And debated the morality of what we were about to do—then decided that murderers deserved to be punished. With lethal force, if necessary.