"That information is cold facts, Ethan," he replies, far too easily. "Dates, times, records, that's who I was when they took hooked me out of New Volga."

He glances down at Abel then, and shrugs.

"But before you get to thinking I feel bad about it, I don't. I know who I was before I was arrested, and I know what prison turned me into. What I did in there was necessary for my survival. Just like everything else I ever did." His eyes lower to the file. The words would be pretty damning without context. They're damning enough with context.

"Until you showed up, anyway."