Judgment Under Fire
His expression didn’t change, but the gray of his eyes looked ever more silvery in the dim light. “It’s Skinner, and those like him, that we’re here to defend.”
Bree felt her temper slipping. She held on to it with a mighty effort. “There’s more clients like Skinner? Cordially loathed by everybody while they’re alive? Demanding some kind of justice when they’re dead?”
“Exactly,” Gabriel said. He looked very pleased. “Skinner’s soul has been sentenced to purgatory. He’s filed an appeal. He claims his actions have been either misinterpreted or that they were legal to begin with.”
“What,” asked Bree, fascinated despite herself, “has he been convicted of?”
“Greed.”
“Greed,” Bree said pleasantly, “of course. Naturally. You bet.”
“One of the Seven Felonies, as you know.”
“There’re only seven?” She smacked the palm of her hand against her forehead and answered herself. “D’uh. Sure there are. What could be more screamingly obvious? Pride, Wrath, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Greed, and the Damn Lazy. And his defense?”
Gabriel grinned at her. He had a perfectly charming smile, and Bree, to her annoyance, found herself smiling back.