Values loyalty

“Talvi Inverno is your lawyer. He’s representing a small time pimp named Tripp Gregory. I want you to tell him to drop the case.”
Marcone’s eyes went distant, as if consulting a mental note card. “Tripp Gregory is one of my soldiers.”
“He’s a despicable, stupid little pimp,” I said. “He’s persecuting a woman who runs a tutoring service, and he’s going to put her out of business.”
Marcone considered that for a moment, and then gave an elegant shrug of his shoulders. “Your assessment is as accurate as it is naïve. How many decent, highly intelligent pimps do you suppose enter the field, Dresden?”
“I don’t care about your personnel problems,” I said. “I just want the case dropped.”
“Unfortunately for your tender sensibilities, Tripp Gregory is possessed of the one virtue I do demand of my personnel: loyalty. He was just released from eight years of prison, a term he served because he refused to turn state’s evidence against me.”
“Still not caring,” I said.
“In my business,” Marcone said, “loyalty is a coinage far more valuable than money. Such loyalty must be respected. Surely you can understand that.”
I did. But I glowered at him as if I didn’t.
One corner of his mouth turned up slightly. “Tripp Gregory did as he was commanded,” Marcone said. “He proved himself to be one of mine. I will therefor aid and assist him in legal matters, because to do otherwise would be to jeopardize the loyalty of other members of my organization.”

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