I had wondered what his particular talent was... [Backstabbing, huh? Not his first choice of career for a man who dressed like a cowboy, but he supposed someone had to be the eager and willing second-in-command who killed their leader.]

I'd like to argue in favor of the supposed innocence. [Dimitri rested his arms against his legs.] The Ocelot I met had the kind of anger and professionalism you have to grow into. Yours, being half a century younger, would have to be innocent by certain degrees, even if it is only initially visible through a slight difference in modus operendi.