He closed the door and leaned against it, staring at her with crossed arms. “No, I don’t enjoy it; I do it because it’s sometimes necessary.”
“Well, now you’ve had a taste of what your victims go through, haven’t you? So now that you know maybe…” Ginna blew out a long breath, waiting for him to blow up as she continued. “Maybe you’ll figure out some other way to do it than torturing them?”
“Do you think this is the first time someone’s intentionally hurt me like that?” he asked, his voice deathly quiet. “I’ve been ‘tortured,’ as you put it, by the best of them. I know what it’s like, and I know that done correctly it can get me the information I need so that other people don’t get hurt.”
“And that makes it right?” she said angrily.
“No. I’d never say it was right. It’s fast and effective. It serves a purpose. It’s no big secret I do it, but so far no one’s pulled the plug on me. They know the end justifies the means.”