Ravi nodded. They all had their minor crimes. "I give the brains of murder victims to my assistant to eat and I once accidentally killed a bodyguard with his own sedative gun. He had it set way too high," he explained. "Little stuff," he added with a shrug.
It was making more sense now, hearing that one person had stayed and called the rest of them back. "I'm so sorry," he murmured about the friend who hadn't made it, reaching out to pat Richie on the back. He tilted his head when Richie mentioned a name, Eddie, but didn't expand on it at all. "You got him in the end, though," he said, trying to be positive. "And you've got your friends now, the ones that made it, yeah?"