Vee was not happy. And when she wasn't happy she paced. Back and forth, side to side, crosswise. Paced and thought. Tried to think of ways to make herself happier.
"His head in a box would be great," she muttered to herself. "Hell, I'd even take his severed hands in a box. With a ribbon wrapped around. Have to admit, it's a nice touch. Adds an element of gruesome suspense. A decent bath and a hot cup of tea would also be great. But no need to go overboard, the dead Butcher in a box will do just fine."
Danny raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He was used to her nervous, irritable pacing. She tended to think better when she walked, but her life as an East Coast mafia boss had curtailed her ability to take regular walks outdoors. A shame, she loved to go down to the boardwalk and enjoy the
