The redhead that on some levels seemed like death incarnate dipped his head "there are many kinds of justice and not all of them are fair.  Creation for that matter is not fair. "  He then motioned for another drink and was served and had her filled up as well she did probably need a stiff one right now despite her alcoholism.  He let the moment hang in the air, and let her stew on what he might or might not say.  At long last he shifted his attention back to her fully "I know who killed your husband and were to find them." That cynical smile appeared again "there is not enough evidence for the justice system but I assure you the information is correct."<br/><br/>Once more he let that sit there like a dead rat in the middle of the floor "so what do you want to do?"