‘Did you like our work, in your little glass cellar?’ The sister on the left spoke now. ‘Your two friends, the Sanza twins. Twins done in by twins, same wounds to the throat, same pose on the floor. Seemed appropriate.’ ‘Appropriate?’ Jean felt new anger building like pressure at the back of his skull. He ground his teeth together. ‘Mark my words, bitch. I’ve been wondering how I’d feel when this moment finally came, and I have to say, I think I’m going to feel pretty fucking good.’
TEAR THEM TO SHREDS JEAN!!!!!
