Leighton Gage - Blood of the Wicked

"Yes."

"Perhaps he thought he'd found a way to make it work."

"Make it clearer for me, Father. What do you mean by that?"

"How many rich men in this country actually wind up being convicted of a crime?"

"Unfortunately, very few. Our legal system leaves a great deal to be desired. There are those that say all of our judges have their price."

"Yes. But what would happen to a man, however rich, who shot down an unarmed priest in the presence of half a dozen witnesses, one of whom happened to be a chief inspector of the Federal Police? And what would happen to such a man if a reporter from Rede Mundo immediately arrived on the scene and had a chance to interview some of those witnesses? He'd be looking at a long prison term, wouldn't he? Whoever he was."

Silva took in a deep breath and slowly let it out through his nose. Arnaldo broke out in a broad grin. Hector turned away and looked out of the window. Silva was sure he was smiling, too.

He cleared his throat and glanced at his watch. It was almost noon, almost time for another one of those calls from the director.

For once in his life, Mario Silva was actually looking forward to speaking to him.