The end is the crown of any work. âRussian Proverb
Nikolai
We made it down to the lobby just in time to see Jacâs car speed away.
Phoenix grabbed his cell and started barking orders into it while I reached for my own phone and stared down at it.
The clinic.
Or her house.
The one I had bought and paid for.
Along with her operating room, where all the murders of the sick girls had taken place and now, I imagined, many more.
But she had just stolen my reason for living.
So, I was going to rip her lungs out through her throat while she watched.
âPhoenix.â I snapped my fingers. âIâm texting you the directions to the clinic. If Mayaâs there, make sure you call an ambulance after you bring down Jac, I donât know what drugs she gave her.
âWhere are you going?â Phoenixâs eyes were crazed.
âHer house. Thereâs only two safe locations where she has the right instruments toâ¦â Torture. Kill. Maim. Destroy. âDo what she does.â
âBe safe.â Phoenix slapped me on the shoulder then went running out the door while I went in the opposite direction, half stumbling toward the parking garage so I could grab my car.
Rage filled my line of vision, bloody rage, a rage I could barely control as I finally stumbled into my car, started it, and sped toward Jacâs house.
I would end her.
And I would do it slowly.