Masuto stood up. “I don’t believe in revenge, Miss Newman. The person who takes the revenge pays too great a price.”
“But justice? Do you believe in justice, Detective Masuto?”
“I’m not sure that any of us are wise enough for justice. I’m not sure I know what justice is.”
Elaine walked with him to the door. “I wish I could know you better, Mr. Detective. You’re a very strange and interesting man.”
“We never truly know another person,” Masuto said. “Even Angel Barton had a spark of something human and wonderful buried inside her. Perhaps no one ever tried to find it.”
“Whatever you think I’ve done,” Elaine Newman said, “you’re not making it any harder for me to live with it. I knew Angel Barton. You did not.”
She stood at the door, watching him as he walked out and over to where his car was parked.
