Interlude

"Boss, what should we do with him?" the caller on the other end of Knight’s phone asked.

Knight gazed up at the night sky, a million thoughts rushing through his mind about what to do with Jimmy Caldwell—the idiot who dared attack him in his own office.

"Hmm," he murmured, "I'd love to cut him into pieces and offer each part of his body to her." He smirked, as if that were the most normal thing in the world to say.

Fang laughed. "That would be cool. She might actually like that."

Knight shook his head. "She wouldn’t. She’s too innocent for that. She’d hate me… and try to...