“He was a sadistic son of a bitch who deserved to die harder than he did.” Deuce was obviously annoyed by that, which I could understand. There were people Mark felt needed to pay heavily for what they’d done—for a second I thought of Senator Wexler, whose actions had led to the “accident” that resulted in Mother being hospitalized—and I’d come to accept that. While I hadn’t seen the postmortem photographs of Jeanette Van Orden, I’d known from Mark’s reaction that they hadn’t been pretty.
“Sorry, boss, but he had his gun out and planned to shoot me.” Trip shrugged, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d taken lessons from Mark in appearing innocuous. “I didn’t think you’d like that.”
“I didn’t say I blamed you. I just wish I’d had a chance to work him over first.” Deuce looked put out.
Mark glanced at him. “I feel the same way about Gautier, so suck it up, buttercup.”
“You weren’t there,” Trip reminded Deuce. “Ridley bragged about what he did to the woman.”