"Prison would be ideal," Marian agreed. "He'd be away from us, and we'd know where. I'd love if he was in jail. But," she added heavily, "he's careful. He and Guy have made themselves a part of that system, and they seem smart enough to only be seen skirting the lines of the law."
She went to grab another couple of beers, thinking deeply. On the train, Marian had started yelling and kicking up a fuss, trying to get people on her side as protection. It seemed to be working, but he'd been so quick to react to her play, so quick to shake any unsteadiness she'd thrown at him. She did wonder if, given another few minutes, he would have turned those commuters to his side instead.
"The problem with the law," Marian added, returning to Will, "is that every single one of us is on the wrong side of it as well. Some of you have records, all of us are burglars and thieves. And me?" Marian opened the beer and made a face. "I've moved so much money over the years. Any of those companies catch what I'm doing, and I'm completely fucked. Embezzlement, wire fraud, money laundering, aggravated identity theft- those are all felony offences on their own, and I've been building up stacks of them. I work really hard to stay off any police notice."