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 ...