Maddox looked at her for a moment. Leaning down, he kissed her softly. "Don't get mad," he whispered, more of a warning that she would than a plea for her not to. He knew she wouldn't be happy with what he had to say.
"They kill, Molly. In cold blood. A few of them go out at a time. One of them - normally some young girl - is what they refer to as the look out while they corner some muggle, taunt them, and then murder than in cold blood," he confessed, sadly. One of the worst parts was that he truly enjoyed standing over the body after, knowing what they did, and feeling powerful and in control. The feeling was wrong and twisted, but he couldn't deny it. He just was not going to tell Molly. He didn't want her view of him to change. "I've seen them. I've never risen my wand. But I haven't stopped them either. I can't. Even if I try, I am fair out numbered. Trained Auror or not, I can't expect to just be able to stop them all at the same time. I call the muggle authorities when they leave and alert them of the murder. Then I leave. Because if I'm actually caught there, I can't answer their questions."