“My niece died an untimely death,” Cataliades said, in his deliberate way. “She will not go unavenged.” “Of course not,” Bill said, in his cool voice. While Diantha reached in to pop the trunk, Bill moved to the back of the car to toss his backpack into its depths. I locked my front door behind me and hurried down the steps to put my bag in with his. I caught a glimpse of his face before he registered my approach, and that glimpse shook me. Bill looked desperate.
