Death Spell

by David Sodergren

need a reliable man running this company,” said Greyfriar, as he lit his cigar. “Not some pansy who’s gonna turn into a pile of worms at the first sign of pressure. You’re not gonna do that to me, are you, Ron?”

Why is he so nonchalant about this?

Nick was a man of principle and integrity — the worst kind of man — and Ron doubted he could be bought for any price.

This describes soooo many rich people and how they can just buy their way into making ppl do anything

Business is business, and sometimes you have to spill a little red to make a lot of green.

“Young lady, it’s been a pleasure to spend time in your company. If you ever need a job as a maid, look me up. I can get you a Green Card no problem, and I could always use a lady with your, uh,” — he glanced at her breasts — “talents.”

He is so unlikable omg

And needlessly so. She would rather have taken the bullet than see her father doom himself to an eternity of suffering.

Which makes sense. Why would he do the spell to protect his ddaughter if just a few hours later he is now ok with them coming back to kill her?

Like his boss, he considered morality and empathy traits of the feeble-minded.

He shoved it in, the displaced blood trickling over the woman’s bare skin with the revolting sound of a wet mop squeezing against the floor. She was still alive, but barely. Duke wondered if she was even aware of Sonchai’s actions.

How is this a better fate for his daughter than her just being shot in the beginning??????

“Stop!” Duke begged. “Please, stop! I didn’t do anything!” “And that, Mr. Duke,” she said, tugging harder, “is the problem.”

Exactly!

“Oh, Ron, you sweet fool. You didn’t kill the most powerful shaman in Thailand.” He paused, letting his words sink in. “You killed her father.”