Lacy grabbed a glass from underneath the counter then reached for the scotch. She was beginning to pour when he spoke again. She didn't say anything at first before murmuring, "So that maybe one day they won't come back. Without us, the bad guys would hurt others then where would we be? In a world that is way more painful than it already is." She placed the glass in front of him. She had filled it up more than she would for a regular customer. "How long have you been in the crime-fighting business?"