He was interested in justice, which is a colder and slower and far more powerful thing, and which does not depend on the strength of your own two hands but on the patient machinery of the law.

He trusted that machinery, and he was right to.

I think that trust was itself a kind of discipline, and a hard-won one, for a man who had spent his life being able to buy or arrange nearly any outcome he wanted.

It would have been so easy for a person of Raymond’s means to try to handle it privately, to use his money and his connections to arrange a quiet and satisfying ruin for the men who had wronged him.

He refused.