“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Do I need to find Landon and slash his tires? Because I will. Or if you want him”—she clicks her tongue, making a slash motion with her hand across her neck—“gone, I’m sure I could find a way to make it happen. Make it all look like an accident. His height and weight might make it a little hard to move his body, but I don’t have anything against dismembering. It could be good practice for me anyway. Maybe I’ll drop nursing school and go to medical school with you and become a surgeon. Best of both worlds if you ask me.”
