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“Why’ve you gussied him up? This isn’t like you, Conor. Didn’t think you were on the psycho end of the spectrum.”

“I’m not a psycho.”

I wasn’t.

I was a fucking soldier in a war that people were waging against my family—the only people I gave a shit about.

“This setup gives me different vibes.”

“He hurt my family.”

“How?”

“You know what the ECD are?”

Star sniffed disdainfully. “Conor, what do you think?”

“I think you know what they are.”

“Affirmative. He’s with them?” She eyed Michael with more curiosity than before. “They’re harder to crack than jihadists, did you know that?”

“I didn’t. Had dealings with the ECD before?”

“A time or two. Like I said, hard nuts to crack.”

“That’s why I introduced him to my old friend electricity. Plus—” I held up a hand. “One second.”

Getting to my feet, I rounded the bed where I had a couple of those humane rat traps waiting for me.

I picked one up then placed it on the bed.

“Rats?” Star shuddered. “I hate rats.”

“They make good pets. I had one when I was a kid.”

She arched a brow. “Did your mom know you had one?”

I grinned. “No.”

“Typical boy. So gross. What are you going to do with them?”

“See how his head is secured?”

“Yep. Immobilized is the word you’re looking for.”

“I figure Michael won’t like feeling his eyes being eaten by a hungry rat. Before that happens, I’m hoping he’ll break. If not, he knows what’s coming to him.”

Michael started sobbing.

“That’s it, Michael. Season Mr. Rat’s dinner. I’m sure they’ll appreciate the extra salt.”

Star cackled. “You’re crazy, Con.”

I shot her a look. “I’m not crazy.”

“You are. Totally. I love it.” She rubbed her hands together. “If I didn’t have shit to do here, I’d totally come for a visit.”

Staring at her over the rat trap, I murmured, “I mean, you could visit anyway.”

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