Kingsley held back his breath, but even he couldn't stop his slight nod of agreement.
"There are many places he should go," he said, having refused to think about how terribly wrong all of this mess could have gone if anyone had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. A minute late could have meant...He straightened his shoulders, rolling his lips under, "but there are too many variables to give him what he deserves."
Variables like Kera Ryan, who had been the one to spot Loftus. Bexley, the hit-wizard Ryan had been with had been debriefed, the reporter who had given Kingsley the last pieces of information he'd needed to connect the disgraced auror to the Bobbins...those few left in the department that could be trusted...Too many questions would be asked by people who deserved answers. No, they would have to do this the right way, but that didn't mean they needed to be happy about it.
His hand moved slightly toward the items in Rami's. He supposed this could be a lackluster compensation for having to take Loftus to court. "If you find anything that could seal him away faster than I believe he already will be, you will let me know."
Kingsley left his words hanging in the air with the possibility of turning into a question. He did believe that there was enough irrefutable evidence against this imposing team the Class of '72 had created, especially with Bexley and Ryan on the other end...