"We want to destroy the bastard," Edward says, a grimace – angry in its own right – appearing on his face. "We want it to be known that he can't be trusted. We want him in jail and we want him to know that when he comes out, his life will never be the same. We want him stopped."

"Fair enough," Carlisle says, but his voice is gruff. He doesn't like the talk of 'destroying' someone. He's a compassionate man… a kind-hearted man…

"Can you do this, Carlisle?" I ask and he looks at me.

"What do you mean?" He's curious and worrisome.

"Can you knowingly put a man to business death?" Edward asks and his jaw is locked, tense.

Carlisle sighs, leaning forward, his elbows on his thighs as he rubs his face with his hands. "Yes. Yes, I can for my son."

I smile. "Good."