“You got some kind of nerve kidnapping my daughter,” he says. That gets me going, but I keep my composure. Freya isn’t his daughter. To be that, he would be required to treat her like a human. “Didn’t seem like you wanted her around,” I say. “How’d you figure that?” I snap the shotgun shut with a quick thrust. “How’d you figure getting a bullet between your eyes, motherfucker?”
