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11: Oh, If the Right One Came, Along


The early morning sun was rising between city buildings when the faint buzz of a cellphone went off. Both men were snoring noisily in separate rooms, the apartment quiet and unmoving. Luffy's lockbox rattled ever so slightly, jumping here and there against the living room floor; the battered metal box was wrapped messily in duck tape. It made a soft noise against floor and various furniture pieces when it jumped hard enough. The refrigerator hummed softly from the kitchen, the lights left on and allowing a soft glow over the messy countertops. The smell of coffee, with the machine bubbling ever so often, wafted in the air that was glittery with shimmering dust motes.

Law managed to open his eyes first, growing aware that it was his cellphone doing all the buzzing. He lifted his head from one of the couch's throw pillows, snatching the device from the nearby coffee table and eyeing it with one bleary eye. Once he realized it was Jean Bart, he answered briskly – but he sounded as if he'd had a terrible cold.

"All in the clear," Jean Bart reported. "Good to hear you're fine."

"Tired," Law muttered in response, tuning himself to the apartment's soft stillness. He could hear Sanji snoring loudly from his room, and the smell of coffee arose some interest in him. He pushed himself stiffly into a seated position, kicking away the throw blanket that had been draped over him. All his joints felt stiff, and his mind foggy. All he wanted to do was sleep, but the events that had occurred needed to be picked apart to be understood. He had a lingering metallic taste in his mouth that felt foreign, and an odd sense of disorientation – like a stranger had just possessed his mind.

He quietly told himself to stop being so sarcastic with himself when he was tired.

"Are we in the clear?"

"I have…" Law trailed off, scrunching his brow with concentration, "no idea where everyone is. But resting isn't helping us that much."

"The bar is quiet – we're all accounted for here. I will notify you if one of the lads should break off and visit. I'd suggest you open a box and have a good lookout dog posted in the hall there."

Law nodded then answered verbally when he realized the bigger man couldn't see him. Wiping his eyes, he struggled to push through the tired fog in his brain, to conjure the memories he could recall in the chaos of that night. He had a sinking feeling that it didn't go too well, but he tried to assure himself that they were all accounted for and none of them had any terrible injuries. When Jean Bart hung up, Law sluggishly pushed himself to his feet, feeling like his very bones were exhausted.

This must be that guy's affects, he thought, stumbling to the bathroom then to kitchen and searching for a coffee mug. He had a slight hangover, he realized with disgust. He vaguely remembered Sanji cleaning up last night, but Law had no memory of what invited such cursing and violent wielding of a trash can and broom. When Law couldn't find a mug, he took the pot off the burner. He searched for the sugar and a big enough spoon to stir it with. When that proved a monumental task, he sipped at the carafe lid with as much gentility as he could, and still burned his lips and tongue.

Sanji snatched it out of his hand, giving him a disgusted look as Law hissed. "For shit's sake, are you senile? Go sit down before you hurt yourself."

Law scowled at him, but limped to the kitchen table. It took a lot of effort to lower himself into a chair, hissing and wincing the entire time. Sanji stared at him with bleary eye incredulity before turning and retrieving a cup, the sugar and a spoon. He poured the coffee, fixed it to Law's preference, and stirred it briskly while Law felt awkward with the service. But Sanji placed the readied mug in front of the older man and patted his clothes for his glasses. He was frustrated that he had yet to find them, so he squinted to see.

"Breakfast?" he then asked while Law sipped at his coffee, wincing once again. "What the hell did that guy do to you? I've never seen you so beat up."

"I don't know. Everything hurts and I'm tired," Law snapped, but not with anger. "I'm not hungry, I just want caffeine. I have a lot to think about."

"I'll make a light breakfast, and you'll eat it so you don't burn a hole in your gut," Sanji amended, setting the pot aside and rifling through his cupboards and fridge. Law frowned after him, slightly amazed that the younger man had taken a shower last night and had made himself more presentable this morning than Law was in the aftermath of last night's mess. Sanji had clearly taken the time to pull on clean cargo shorts and an oversized hoodie, but his feet were crammed into Vans, the heel backs flattened. His newly cut hair had been moistened for a quick brushing, but it still managed to escape confinement with a slightly shaggy appearance. After closing the cabinets he'd opened, Sanji cringed so Law politely looked in the other direction to give the younger man some pride.

Sanji ended up sheepishly ordering breakfast in through an app, instead. He poured himself some coffee instead and sat across from Law while the old man scowled down at the table. Fixing his shoes to wear correctly, Sanji watched him in silence, concerned over the frustration and somewhat helpless attitude the other man had on display. Law noticed the look and gruffly adjusted his position, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't have much memory of…everything after Luffy…jumped me," Sanji said lightly, frustrated with the spotty distance of his own mind, "but a lot happened. So…I'm sure it's not something that we can discuss between us to understand what happened, unless you know more."

"I do remember a few things here and there, during the event," Law muttered, fiddling with his messy hair and attempting to flatten it. "What sticks most is that Gin was more of an enemy than an ally."

"Did he say something?"

"No, he…it seems he assisted mostly with the demon's efforts, instead of assisting us into stopping him."

Sanji worked his lower jaw from side to side before offering tentatively, "I think…if he didn't actively put his hands on us to insert us into that thing's mouth…we must look at it from a different point of view."

"What's a 'different point of view'?" Law asked with exasperation.

"If Gin truly was used, then of course he wouldn't be outright aggressive," Sanji said carefully, watching his moving expressions. "He could still be intimidated, but…"

"If he wants us to defeat the thing, then he needs to help take it into his hands! Not passive aggressively stand off to the side and just let shit happen. You keep defending this man. I do remember bits and pieces of him trying to hurt you."

"I feel that he's not actively trying to do so," Sanji interrupted his complaints. "I recognize his behavior, Law. He wants to help, but he's influenced, dominated by a bigger power than him. He has to play his cards right if he wants to…"

He trailed off awkwardly as he realized he wasn't sure what Gin's motives for survival was if the man were already dead. His mind was sluggish and tired, and he wasn't quite put together after some restless sleep. Considering the other man's appearance, it was obvious Law was in the same state. His blue-black hair was in various directions, he had pillow marks on his face, and because of their state of action last night, he was still in some fight dirty clothes, so he looked pretty trashed. The buttons of his shirt were crooked, and still Sanji couldn't help but look at him affectionately.

But Sanji worried his hands as he continued to consider Law's mood in response to his argument. All he saw was a frustrated man who stifled his instinctive words with a hand against his mouth.

At least he's trying, he thought hopefully. Sanji then wondered if the man even remembered Smoker speaking for him last night. It seemed it would hurt if Law deliberately ignored that it happened, or…

Overthinking. Sanji was overthinking these things, automatically reverting to the negative aspects before considering the positive signs. He had to work on that bad habit if he wanted Law to work with him. It was obvious both of them wanted this.

They were trying.

"I know how it feels, Law. I've been in his position."

"He tried to slit our throats - !" Law said with exasperation.

"But did he? DID he?"

"He HAD a CLEAVER to our THROATS!"

"But did he kill us? Or did he put on a very convincing show? For a man of his reputation, who supposedly killed scores of people, why were the both of us that hard to kill?"

Law glared off to the window while Sanji waited for an answer. When none came, he said, "What do you remember of the demon's actions when it came to Gin? Did it address him in any way? Reveal any secrets that we should know about? Treat him like a pet or a subject?"

As he wiped and rubbed at his eyes, Law looked back at his spotty memories - sifting through chaotic images and blurred sounds that felt like someone else's dream. The demon was targeting him – he was confident of that aspect, as it was something he'd suspected. The details of that notion was lost in the blur of dreamlike quality. But not much else stood out - the frustration made his hands clench, shifting against the table with agitated movements. But Sanji made him think about that, because maybe he was right. The way Gin addressed them in the bar made Law consider these things.

Something in those blurred images seem to unfurl at that moment, so Law stilled to concentrate on it. In the confusing moments after having Gin removed, Law had seen the man moving sluggishly from the scene. He had seemed to look back at them as his lanky form began to blend into the area, but Jean Bart was in Law's view, helping him back to his feet. Law concentrated on that last moment, focused on that man's expression- trying to determine the emotion on display. He couldn't quite understand it, unable to place the flick of eyebrow, the clench of the jaw.

"Will the layers know?"

Sanji's voice startled Law out of his effort. He nodded, wearing a terse expression. "They could."

"Then we should ask Luffy."

"That kid wouldn't have noticed the sky is blue if he -!"

"Smoker."

"Smoker moved on."

Sanji frowned at him with confusion, quite certain Smoker had been very real on the sidewalk with them.

"That's the impression Cora gave me," Law then explained. "He was...he's asked you himself about Gin, and you gave an answer that left him unsatisfied. But..."

Sanji waited for Law to explain the puzzled expression on his face, fiddling with his stirring spoon.

"He also left me the impression that Gin's actions were as you said. His gleam allows him to disappear into his surroundings - all gleams are indicative of a ghost's previous spirits, a collective strength of their lingering will ..."

Sanji thought of his mother's gleam - a softly glowing candlelight against an unforgiving darkness. Luffy's stretchy maroon and black glow that seemed to stretch with strength. Eustess's glow of a stormy sea.

"…but to disappear the way he does means he's sneaky. He's hiding something."

"Or a man trying to hide from something that scares him," Sanji corrected him. Law frowned at him, fingertips drumming on the table top. Sanji inhaled and exhaled with his own impatience before saying, "I might be wrong. You could be right. But...I'm saying I recognize his place and we should...just watch. He could be giving us the clue we need. He fears the thing - you can see it."

"Robin doesn't trust him."

"What injured animal hasn't snapped back when an unfamiliar hand is in its face? Look, Law," Sanji said quickly, reaching out to grip one rough hand before the older man could say anything, "let me deal with him. You focus on the other thing. If it comes down to it...I can do what needs to be done."

"He knows you're soft, and can manipulate you, that's why I'm trying to explain - "

Sanji laid his other hand atop of his own, using his facial expression to speak because the words he wanted to use were going to be the wrong ones.

After some tense moments, eyes locked on the pale, dirty hands atop of his own, Law then looked at Sanji. He could feel his normal, usual tension rising up within him - to reject the gesture out of his own admonishment, overwhelmed by his own discomfort. But he swallowed tightly, palms warm with his own rising temperature.

Stop running, he scolded himself. No excuses here - we talked about this.

...wait. We did?

Law was reminded of seeing a Smartcar being thrown across the lawn to knock a seething demon into the ground. He found the strength to move, one of his hands freeing to grasp Sanji's. Sanji watched him with blooming hope that made his stubborn expression soften, like an eager kid. It made Law feel better to see that a simple gesture could be accepted that easily.

This is new, he thought. This is that new thing he wanted me to have...

You deserve this.

I deserve this.

Please please please don't be arguing with yourself, Sanji thought anxiously, watching the man's expression battle it out with thoughts Sanji couldn't hear. Wait - I take that back...considering the situation, please let it be an argument with yourself by yourself and not some stranger trying to convince you otherwise...

Law swallowed tightly, his grip just as unforgiving as he gave Sanji's half a brief shake. "Don't prove me right. I...I...as long as you have that kid, then - ! Just...if you need...help -!"

"I feel like I'm sixteen, finally being trusted to drive the family car," Sanji said brightly, smiling at him. "Thanks, dad."

The doorbell rang, so Sanji attended to that while Law scowled at the table, anxiety strumming through him.

This is different, he told himself. He is different - they have the same stubborn determination...but this is not the same situation...!

Just breathe, he ordered himself, inhaling and exhaling with control while Sanji laid plastic bags on the table and pulled out some plates and silverware from the kitchen. The smell of food hit Law then, and he waited politely to be served.

Like one of those hardworking husbands, Sanji observed with a crooked eyebrow. The ones that are out at a city job all day while wifey tends to the house and has affairs with the pool boys.

As he served Law a plate, he hesitated for a moment before pressing a loud smooch atop of grimy, grass and debris littered hair. He smelled old sweat, alcohol and something that wasn't Law at all – almost as if Gin's scent had been left all over him.

"Take a shower after, ape," he said, wiping his mouth. "I'll find some clothes for you. I have some in your size, but I don't want to hear you bitching about it. Unless you want to squeeze into something of mine."

"I'm sure what you have is fine."

"It's not the missionary crap you like."

Is this okay? Law thought with light panic, feeling finicky with the brief moment of acceptance in the situation as Sanji served himself and sat. Is this okay? Give me a sign that this is okay...! This is what you wanted - is it really the right thing...?

Sanji noticed Law frowning at his plate, and picked up his fork to fiddle with the rubbery eggs. "I'm not going to hand feed you, shit head. Your hands aren't broken."

Prickly, Law thought, picking up his fork. There was immense comfort in that. After all his indecisive thinking and back and forth anxiety, it felt good to be told what to do without the words being soft enough to argue with. He used the side of his fork to cut through pancakes he had yet to fix to his liking, and before he could think to reach for the bowl of powdered sugar, Sanji did it for him.

That's not the way I like it, Law remembered telling the waiter when the same incident had happened years ago. The incident had taken place in a gleaming white kitchen, where bacon still sizzled atop of the stove, and the percolator was bubbling with another round of coffee. There was a cigarette burning in an ashtray nearby. I can do it myself!

This is the only way you'll hear 'I love you' from me, the waiter had told him cheerfully, slicing up Law's pancakes and sprinkling a light dusting of powdered sugar over the golden brown disks.

Why not just say it? Law heard himself mumble.

Because you're so fucking shy, it'll kill you to accept and give any type of affection.

Aren't I obvious? Law had thought, mind lost in the memory. He couldn't tell if that was his current thought or his own remembered voice. The kiss that followed at the top of his head was given with a wave of cigarette smoke and a pat before the waiter left him to go and serve himself.

"I can do this myself," he said with vague frustration. "What am I, a shitty kid?"

"If I don't do this for you, you'll sit and allow your food to go to waste while thinking about useless shit," Sanji retorted as he sat back down. "I take care of you because I like you."

Ghosts, Law thought heavily. Repeating their lives with their deaths and vice versa.

He lifted his eyes from his plate to the other man, who was looking at a rubbery strip of bacon with thinly displayed disgust before taking a small bite of it. Law could hear the waiter's voice in his head – "Mine tastes a hundred times better than this, why am I allowing myself this heartburn?" – before Sanji muttered, "I know I can cook a better meal, why am I relying on others' microwaved shit?"

It really hit Law then that he'd heard the waiter's "annoying" voice for awhile.

He exhaled heavily, all of his insecurity and doubts released from any further brooding. The light weight that had been present in his chest felt absolutely missing. Every breath after felt fresh and clean, and something pulled away from him that felt like a disguised weight he hadn't noticed.

Sanji made a face, waving a hand in front of his nose.

"You've got some chemicals going," he chided Law with a light laugh. "Go take a shower. I'll keep your food warm. Maybe even run down to the store – there is absolutely nothing here, but I know I can cook better than this processed crap – "

"I want to do this differently," Law said, then froze because he hadn't meant to say that aloud. Sanji stopped chewing to give him a puzzled look. In those few moments, Law's face began to bloom with embarrassed color, Sanji looking absolutely puzzled. But since he spoke first, Law figured he'd have to continue. Awkwardly, he said, "Be more…communicative."

Sanji moved to speak when Law interrupted with, "More obvious, more…open."

"Are we talking about clothes?" Sanji asked tentatively, fork aside. His eyes dropped briefly to Law's chest before rising quickly. "Because I think, for both of our sakes, this should be a slow effort."

"…No." Clothes? Law thought, puzzled. A slow effort…? "No, ah…the…the method of which to express…myself with."

"You speak just fine, and your expressions are quite obvious – how much more obvious do you need to be?"

"NO. Not…times are different. I need to…change. I need to change myself, to adapt to…the difference."

"Ah, you're seeking to modernize yourself. That's a good start."

Law glowered at his food, because his face was still hot and because he couldn't quite prompt himself to delve into more personal details while stumbling. Slow steps, he thought with resolve. But strong ones.

"Check your pockets," Sanji then said, a thought occurring to him suddenly. "Check all your pockets – maybe when that guy was occupying you, he left something behind."

Law followed along with the suggestion, and once he came into contact with something unusual, he pulled it out of his back pocket. It was a neatly folded square of a newspaper clipping, and he unfolded it over the table. Sanji pulled it away from him, setting it aside.

"There is time to eat and shower, first. This will still be here when you finish with that."

"You're such a nag!" But Law ate anyway, eyes stuck on the newspaper clipping while Sanji shrugged off the comment and resolutely stood by his word. Almost a half hour later, Law returned to the table. Admittedly, he felt a lot better after cleaning off and moping over the black turtleneck, soft jeans and underwear he could never imagine wearing (so much freedom in these small things – he was embarrassed for whomever thought these were appropriate for men). He set his earrings aside – ears needed a good scrub – and picked up the newspaper clipping, sitting down to look it over.

Sanji stared at him with warm fondness, fist against chin. This stupid asshole, he thought affectionately.

"Well? Does it hold the answer to everything we need to know?" he asked, sipping at his coffee.

"It's detail of the first massacre…on the train," Law mumbled, puzzled by its significance. "It only mentions that historical artifacts were present and violated during the slaughter. It also expresses that a local church in…"

He named off the town where Robin had taken Sanji, causing the blonde a puzzled look.

"…was dissatisfied with the destruction but will forgive the situation. No compensation was requested in return of the failed shipment." Law noticed Sanji plucking his phone out from his hoodie, flicking through it with a frown. "This article suggests that the shipment was expected to reach the church there, in that town, but it doesn't mention where it came from."

"Haven't you handled cases where churches had trouble containing certain spiritual deviations? Like that one place?"

"The fact that the church at that time simply thought the problem was over with is troubling. From there, Gin made his way to the forest – miles from that town. Massacring along the way to feed the thing that infested him."

"The timeline of his crimes adds up correctly with the date on that thing? Oh, look," Sanji then said, showing him his phone. "Robin took us to the place – that's where Luffy comes from – and where the church used to be is where the motel is now standing."

"Why she bothered taking you there is…concerning."

"How else was she supposed to get there?"

"How did she find Luffy?" Law then asked with bewilderment. "Does she possess some sort of ghost index?"

"You knew her the longest, ask her the right questions."

"Now that we have this information," Law muttered, patting his pockets for his phone and remembering that he'd left it in the living room; he gave up the search and picked up his coffee instead. His thoughts promptly shifted to another subject as he wondered what the church of that time intended on doing to contain the demon. Sanji watched him with some vague mirth, shaking his head ever so slightly.

You're so fucking old! He thought humorously. His chest hurt with the strength of his feelings, and he rubbed it absently, slightly embarrassed by the presence of his recognition.

"I'll text Shachi," he assured Law, switching to his messaging app, "and ask him to backtrack into Luffy's family to find out if they have any connection whatsoever to that church. Maybe he's related somehow, and is the only weapon Robin felt was useful against something that demonic."

"Ah. Yes, that's what I was going to request."

"But don't you see? He's not the suspect – he's the victim."

"I'm tired of arguing about the subject. It is what it is, and you're wrong. That's all I'm going to say about it."

"If I promise to clear his name," Sanji continued over the stubborn declaration, "maybe by allowing Gin to move on the demon will be weakened. It's using the guy. It has to be."

"It attached to the living Gin, and when he died, it roamed freely in that forest, feeding off all of those that chose the forest as their last moment of life." Law frowned, rubbing at his goatee. "But they're still attached. Because why is he still in its vicinity? And why is it not attacking when it's obvious? In one spot, it could have chosen to take us all down in the bar, yesterday."

"It won't let Gin go?"

"Because he was useful."

"But as a ghost, what can he do for it?"

"I have to eliminate him to find out."

"Law," Sanji then spoke up with a confused expression, "in all the attacks so far, it chose to attack when we're layered. That's when we're able to see it."

"No, I…" Law trailed off suddenly, considering it. "In my apartment, I was layered with it. You pulled it out. And last night…I saw it without…"

"But it approached you to speak to it, so that's how you were able to see it!"

"…now that I know Gin's gleam, it's more than likely he was present when that shit happened, and neither of us knew he was there."

"But there were ghosts present - that thing is already dead," Sanji said with understanding. "It's not even - ! It's a ghost itself!"

"There is no such thing as a demon ghost, demons are an actual inhuman living being…" Law trailed off with confusion in his features. He then looked to Sanji. "I have a plan…"

"…Do I have to get undressed for this?"

Law stared at him as Sanji snickered, finishing his coffee. "NO. God, no. God – why would you even -?"

Sanji sighed noisily to cut him off. "What's your plan?"

Law continued to stare at him, absolutely bewildered to his comment. He struggled to think, returning back to the concept of the demon being a ghost.

"First off, we have to find what that shipment was in the first place," he mumbled. "If it were being sent to the church for confinement, then let's just agree that it was unholy in the first place. Robin was trying to send us to the library to find some actual facts, but…"

"It was a diversion. All that chaos that occurred, to keep us from finding out the truth."

"But who caused the diversion? Gin…or the…other ghost? It's human – perhaps it mutated its own gleam to appear as a damn demon."

"Can ghosts do that?"

Law picked up the newspaper clipping, studying the faces of the men captured in the photo. Then he examined the paper itself, running his fingertips along the torn edges. "This is a recent copy. This is copied from something."

You a cop? Law recalled Gin asking Robin suspiciously.

"Sometimes," Sanji murmured, rising up from his chair and retrieving the earrings deposited on the table, "a victim will not name the suspect out of fear of retaliation. Perhaps we were being led, subtly, to a bigger picture. Gin was trying to name the suspect without it being obvious because whoever it is is still holding so tightly onto him that he can't be obvious. Despite being dead, he still fears a retaliation because probably a bigger part of his life was attached to the feeling. Like the housewife – still hanging onto a love she believed was coming back to her."

Law once again returned his attention to the picture, only vaguely aware that Sanji was gently inserting and closing his earrings back to his ear. His skin prickled with the intimate task, but his mind was swamped with moving possibilities in that perhaps the demon wasn't a demon at all – it was actually a mutated gleam caused by another ghost. The more he thought about it, the more it was starting to make sense. Every individual on the photo became a suspect, and he searched for indication of a closer relationship to each person Gin was near. The puppy, a German Shephard, was with its tongue out, facing the same direction as Gin. Next to them was a bigger man – an older one with a big, broad chin and hideously thick sideburns that made Law touch his own with conscious examination.

While this man wasn't facing the pair, he was standing close. The more Law examined the photo, it seemed to make more sense that the individuals were more of a group. He tapped on it with a fingertip.

"I need to know their names," he murmured, mostly to himself.

The answer suddenly occurred to him as Sanji clipped in his last earring, and he flung his hand out with some excitement, startling the blond because he thought he'd hurt him with his action. "The Prohibition was in effect at that time! This shipment wasn't anything outstanding – they were alcohol smugglers! It makes sense that the church was just a cover – Gin expressed a certain thirst when he was in possession of you – that sneak!"

Sanji gave Law space as he hopped up from his chair, hand pressed to his chest. "I have a hangover – he left an impression on me. Fuck, you were right."

It suddenly occurred to Law that Robin had brought up the topic of other people using gleams as he did.

"Have you noticed that other people can do what you can?"

He closed his eyes with building frustration and irritation as Robin had given him this clue in the first place. She knew there was another person involved who could use gleams!

"That dog of his was present during his killings. More than likely, it'll guide him to you to help his master. To contain the man, you'll have to contain the animal."

Gin was the dog in a metaphorical sense- Sanji was right. It filled Law with helpless, friendly defeat - like being one upped in an argument he was sure of winning with a friend. He would have to talk to Robin later, but he could hear her laughing in amusement.

Gin had given him all the clues and Law was so focused on his own determination (his own fears) that it irritated him to be this wrong.

My last job, he vowed with absolution.

He drew up the pictures on his phone, finding the photo of the "demon dog." He began to see what he'd missed. The ghosts caught in the photo were positioned in such a way that they seemed as if they were fleeing but in actuality...the lightning effects were blurring out the fact that they were gleams, and those gleams were being pulled towards the dog. The headless body against the tree -

He yanked the newspaper clipping to compare what he suspected and inhaled sharply.

The bigger man and the headless body were the same. It all came together so suddenly that everything built and crested, and all he could do was laugh. Without thinking, he leaned over and pressed a hard kiss against Sanji's forehead.

Sanji stared at him silently, absolutely lost.

"Robin has thrived for such a long time," Law muttered, wearing a slightly unhinged smile that made Sanji nervous, "that the only way to amuse herself and continue to flourish is to create riddles."

Sanji watched him charge over to the living room, seemingly renewed with excited energy. He was confused, but it appeared Law had figured out the puzzle.

"This isn't a demon, it's a man, and I know how to draw him out and put that idiot to rest," Law said, snatching up his sword.

Sanji was impressed - his expression reflected this. he was unsure how Law came to his answers, but he believed in him. He was sure Law would explain them with the others present.

"Let's go."