“Can you find where Miranda is?” I ask him. A pause, and then, “Wait, she was there?” “She stood by and let it happen.” “God, I’m going to cut that cunt to pieces,” he sneers. “Find out where she is, and we’ll do it together,” I promise him. I’ll damn everything to hell, and I’ll make sure Miranda Adler doesn’t see the morning sun, because that bitch just messed with the wrong guy – again – and this time, the only penalty for her actions, is death.
