"Well, I think you need to see something before you say that," Roland frowned, standing up.
"Regan wasn't as thorough as she could be in her research -- imagine that -- but she was right about my slave trading days. She just missed something that you would likely find more repulsive."
He reached behind his desk, and
tossed a hat onto the table. "Before you trust me, you need to know me. Or at least consider.
No more secrets."