“I wish I could believe that, Bedlam. But a man lies dead, his blood on your hands. I saw the smoking barrel myself.” [b]Grant takes his hand away from Bedlam’s shoulder, taking a step or two back.[/b] “Like I said, maybe one day there’ll be room for forgiveness. But not while that man’s family hasn’t even gotten a chance to mourn. Not with someone widowed and kids orphaned. Not with you sitting there drinking his booze pried from his hands.”