Neal nods slowly. He can’t imagine doing it himself—-working that long and hard to get inside the heads of monsters. But there’s no denying the value of it. No way to deny its importance.

He lets the book fall open in his hands, onto a selection of Keats. “It takes fortitude. To do that kind of work.”

Neal studies the poem without seeing what it is. “I’ll take mortgage fraud for over homicide, and mortgage fraud is as boring as it gets.”